A rancid concoction exits my bowel.
Upon it’s arrival the sewer beasts do howl.
It’s a sloppy one of extreme magnitude.
If only there was a way to avoid having poo’d.
If put into a sieve it’d still get through.
Severely lacking in viscousity was this poo.
And it had a horrendous quality like no other.
The kind you’d never tell your own mother.
The stench alone, I should have been put in jail.
The pipes are stained and has left a nasty trail.
I should be committed for crimes against humanity.
For this sloppy delivery has driven me to insanity.