Stand To Attention
Women complain we often miss.Yet I never felt Posideon’s Kiss. Cos I’m a dead shot, a winning bullseye. I’m a hole …
Pure Pooetry
Brace For Impact
Clutch the seat and brace for impact. Too long has this stool been compact. And now it’s time to let …
Pure Pooetry
What Goes Up Must Come Down
The wait was long but I found relief. I was finally able to plant my cheeks. The turd was brewing …
Pure Pooetry
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Avalanche of Brown
A build up of gas brews deep inside. I must quickly vent it from my hide. I take the throne …
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Constipation of The Nation
I’m suffering from some constipation. My face is redder than a fire station. I’ve been here far too long… And …
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Pooetry Fuel
I’m running dangerously low on pooetry fuel. Without it I cannot produce rhymes about stool. The lack of poopy rhymes …
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A Stain To Remember
White undies, what on Earth was I thinking? Now my browns are clearly streaking. The marks left here are a …
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Shades of Brown
I’m gonna haveta sign up to one of these gyms. I’m not dropping enough solid Slim Jims. I’ve been told …
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Set The Scheiße Free
What you and I don’t need. Is we shouldn’t have to plead. With a stubborn rear end. Driving you around …
Pure Pooetry
