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Pooetry

SHOP n PLOP

Oh my turd, this is going to be bad.
The pain in my coight is the worst I’ve ever had.

Yesterday was the lunch of the Pooets…
We scoffed down burgers so really I shoulda knew it.

The burgers were big in size and big on taste.
And after digestion, it appears big on waste.

With every step, I took towards the loo…
Gas escaped signalling an urgent poo.

There was another problem… I was at the shops.
Could there be a worse place to make the drop?

Then with the gas escaping, I felt the pain ease.
I guess my bowels had begun to breathe.

I’d bought myself some time so hurried home.
Pedal to the metal… if my car had wings I woulda flown.

With a boot to the door, I made it inside.
But now explosive pressure had built inside my hide.

I dropped my dacks and entered the toilet door.
Then came the chocolate… it didn’t rain, it poured!

Pure Pooetry

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