Christening The Crapper
You may not believe this story that I tell… Because you did not witness the horrific smell. But trust me …
You may not believe this story that I tell… Because you did not witness the horrific smell. But trust me …
Last night’s meal was a meaty feast. Foolishly I had fueled an inner beast. By morning my southern regions were …
Akin to an old mower is my rear. It lurches and splutters into gear. And just now I let rip …
My dangler dropped, my dangler did fall. A splash was heard throughout the stall. Then came the sound of a …
Clutch the seat and brace for impact. Too long has this stool been compact. And now it’s time to let …
I’m fuming and furious! I’m goddamn livid! Locked in a room where a stink was delivered! Woe is me, I’ve …
After feasting on burgers and tender steak… I sorely needed a bathroom break. My bowels were full and on the …
A toast to those of us who boast about bathroom poetry we post. Seated on the throne using our phones …
Marching into the bathroom, delivering the brown gloom, I pull the ripcord on my pants. In my hand the loose …
Striking again at the most inconvenient time… The gut-wrenching feeling of impending slime. A fart is the sound of alarm …
Six months ago a release came from within. Yeah, our book may be small and thin… But it’s filled with …
Feels like aeons since I shat. My bowel has grown quite fat. I take the porcelain throne. Release the ancient …