Snags Kablamo

I could feel within a furious brown.
Kicking and screaming before it crowned.

Without hesitation, I left the bay.
To the crapper, I went without delay.

Judging by the gas this was going to be rotten.
What had I eaten? I had completely forgotten.

I entered the throne and planted my cheeks.
Got in the fecal-brace position on the seat.

Then kablamo… erupted a thick brown snag.
The type of deuce that would make you wave the white flag.

Kablamo again a second snag was fired.
Shrapnel made contact with where it was not desired.

Then the time came to wipe myself clean.
I used an entire roll of paper and the bowl lost its sheen.

Pure Pooetry

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