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Super Weekend Slurry

I was sitting down minding my own business…
When my bowels became restless did fidget.

A trump did sound… a stinky warning.
Trouble was brewing, perhaps a storming?

With a ghastly gurgle the time was right…
Off I went to release the shite.

I entered the throne and locked the door.
And before I sat there was tooting galore.

I dropped my pants without a second to lose.
Then a massive explosion of number twos.

Nuggets were blasting with each sickening pulse.
As was the chocolate rain and the stench did engulf.

Why oh why did I opt for the midnight snack?
I’ll never purchase again a midnight Big Mac!

Pure Pooetry

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