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Pooetry

Royal Treatment

I sat down and closed my eyes.
Bracing myself for a fecal surprise.

Was it going to be big or small?
I’d soon find out in the toilet stall.

With low back pressure, it began to slide.
Then a backfire and shot from my hide.

So golden brown it was a poop of kings.
Upon its entry there was even a ping.

Not to mention there was minimal stink.
And like a king I’ll clean up in the sink.

Pure Pooetry

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