This terrible deed, I must confess.
Laid by me, in a heinous mess.
It sits glaring up from the porcelain bowl.
Starring directly into my shitty soul.
I try not to inhale the wafting taint.
Inside the bowl, brownly it did paint.
Squinting, I peer at this sickly goop.
Barely resembling my normal poop.
And due to the size of this brown blob…
It contains the whole corn on the cob.
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