The Bog of a Million Riches
The Bog of a Million Riches… Has soiled countless britches. Due to lavish and extravagant lifestyle… And consumption of food …
Degrees of Roughness
Ever planted your palm on the opposite wall? While wiping away the brown once and for all? Well, picture this …
A Painful Pooting
No one’s died shooting a stinky air squirt. Yet the one I just tooted really did hurt! It was followed …
Angry Rear Crater
Last night’s meal was a meaty feast. Foolishly I had fueled an inner beast. By morning my southern regions were …
Tailpipe Troubles
I’ve got a brown log stuck in the tailpipe. I can’t remove it, even with a wipe. It only pushed …
Between The Cheeks
This one goes out to Kirk. A big Pure Pooetry fan who is doing it tough. ❤️ I’m feeling a …
Sludgy Brown Snot
Here I squat, dropping you know what. Forcing out a sludgy brown snot. But this one is different, this one …
Bad Barista Brew
Here’s a terrible story from my butthole to you. About a white choc coffee turned hellish goo. I dunno what …
Rectal Regret
Here’s something I deeply regret. My underpants are feeling wet. Soggy from the inside. And a stain I cannot hide. …
The Seas of Doodoo Dread
Everyone’s angry cos I’ve been farting up a storm. Do I need to take a dump or is this just …
Rectal Riptide Wreck
My poor erupting spleen was not too keen… For out of the blue came the brown and mean. It blasted …
Stinky Ballad
While eating an oily garden salad… My ass trumpeted a stinky ballad. Regarding the scent, I was not a fan. …
The Mass Trumpet Incident
In the infamous words of ECW, “HOLY SHIT!” Here’s a story so lend me your ears, quick! This story is …
The Ice Cold Greeting
In Winter it’s nice to be all warm and toasty… Especially when taking a golden brown roasty. Man, do I …
My Name is Farts Galore
Lately, my name has been Farts Galore. I’ve been dropping bombs and stinky spores. The farts have been flying out …
Splurkin’ The Gherkin
I was oozin’ the poodin’… But the squirtin’ was a-hurtin’. So I eased on the squeeze… And clenched my flow …
The Struggle Within
A squelch between my cheeks meant only one thing. Something was brewing and it resembled chow mein. I tried to …
