This once sparkling porcelain is in ruin.
Because my butt did a sickly spewin’.
I tried hard to hold it in…
But I had to pull the pin…
And now I fear the janitor will start suin’.
For when you release the inner curd.
Your southern trumpet will be heard.
When it comes to the thick and thin…
You don’t get to chose what’s within.
No one wants an audience for this turd.
The unfortunate news is like this…
If your farts are louder than a hiss.
Be ready for the bowel breaker.
The damage will not be a faker.
And the cleanup will be far from bliss.