This soggy brown potato mash.
Is more a concrete-like hard crash.
I’ll need an ice cream scoop.
To remove the stubborn poop.
Then drop it in with a splash.
This is far from my behest.
Much too difficult to digest.
This shit makes me ill.
I can’t stand the brown swill.
Together cheeks are hard pressed.
Up wafts a fragrance so sour.
The stench has too much power.
Hold my nose with a pinch.
I dare not give a flinch.
Else the smell makes me cower.
Possible mistake by chance?
I inspect my underpants.
The findings are disdainful.
But at least not painful.
Because I wore a nappy in advance.
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