Rectaliation
It is hereby my duty to uphold the sacred doodie. The ancient tradition of making brown smoothie. But also to …
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Microscopic Mineshaft
The butthole is like an old abandoned mine. Somewhere in there hides prized bronze grime. And in the mineshaft, shiz …
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The Not So Sweet Scent of Victory
You think you won, but victory is mine! I blasted away the stubborn brown slime. Foolishly, Australia has voted incorrectly! …
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Brown Happenstance
Something in that milk tasted funny. Now there’s a rumbling in my tummy. A sudden urgency to locate the latrines. …
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Time To Bog
It’s time for a bog! What more can I say? I’ve been baking this one since yesterday! My stink biscuit …
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Custard Fart
PHOOAAR! What an epic fart! Smells just like a custard tart. It has an aroma so fruity and rich. And …
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Flossing The Brown Canyon
I’m sitting here in disbelief. The following event was not brief. At my job, I was doing my work… When …
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Fraudulent Poo
I am a pretty regular fella. Mornings I drop brown into yella. But today I gotzta tell ya. I’m plugged …
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A Faint Hint of Brown
This chair where I penned many a piece. For years it cushioned my rear crease. It had soft and comfy …
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Cerveza y Frijoles no Bueno
There I was bent over cheeks a quiver. Trying to squeeze the gunk from my liver. Right when I thought …
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The Wind and Brass Section
A trumpeting start… To this huge shart. No, it wasn’t in bed… Nor in your head. It was a loud …
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Poopy-Prank
This rancid poop I’ve created… Was born of nothing but hatred. I have a reason for this nasty spawning. For …
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Breakfast of Bog
What’s for breakfast? Is it crappy crepes? Like Count Dumpula’s tumbling brown apes? Or is it boring toast slathered in …
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Smellentine’s Day
On Smellentine’s Day we celebrate our pooetry love. To show it, we give our bowels a little shove. But if …
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Espresso Fartini
I hold aloft this classy brown drink. I foresee in my future a terrible stink. This robust espresso looks quite …
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A Grain of Sand
There’s a tiny grain of sand. Down in my southern gland. For when I lift up my frock. And drop …
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Chemical Warfare
I just popped off a stinky, from my rear pinky. Now to release the source with a brown eye winky. …
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