Swamp Water

A terrible gut sensation overcame my person.
Biding my time, but the feeling did worsen.

So into the porcelain, I rapidly emptied my bowels.
And upon my nostrils, came a scent so foul.

I looked back and saw a tremendous streak.
I’d left a monstrous mark, dealt by my cheek.

And the water, if you could even call it that.
Was now a swamp where I had shat.

The result was not runny, but it felt like diarrhoea.
Two flushes and a scrub, now the water is clearer.

Pure Pooetry

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