Ever done a poop that looked rather pale?
Mine came out like bread that was stale.

I don’t feel unwell, yet what about my butt?
A strange sensation swirls in my gut…

Maybe my ass is feeling a bit sick?
Was it that three-day-old fish stick?

No sooner had I questioned my recent diet…
When I heard a trumpeting, the opposite of quiet.

Followed by a second feeling of inner dissent.
I knew I urgently needed to brownly vent.

My coworker said, “you look rather pale.”
I replied, “yeah, my rectum is feeling frail.”

Then he said, “you look green under the gills.”
Pushing him aside, “brown is about to spill!”

Tip-toeing away toward the ass-docking station…
The accumulation of a sickening gestation.

Past the corporate suits and through the gossiping girls.
Gotta get to safety before my butthole hurls!

No time to chat about the coming weekend.
My fecal fate awaits at the s-bend!

Then the CEO stops me to chat, what do I do!?!
It’s right then I fill my pants with brown glue.