The funnel opens and the log departs.
Soon there’ll be a brown blood bath.
With a plop the mass descends.
But this is not the turd’s end.
Cos it leaves a smeared autograph.

Porcelain tainted by heinous streak.
The stains are tough, far from weak.
Several flushes hardly remove a speck.
I’m gonna need to scrub this poop deck.
Brush snaps, third one this week.