The Lumberjack: Redux
Hear the creaking and the cracking… Then into water, logs smacking. His mighty axe swings and attacks… Logs fly out …
Pure Pooetry
Stubborn Brown Chunks
A big blast of urine was not enough. To substitute the power of the flush. Clinging to the bowl’s inner …
Pure Pooetry
A Public Outing
Public toilets are not a nice place. Their conditions are a filthy disgrace. I hadn’t used one in quite a …
Pure Pooetry
Saturday Morning War
It’s time for me to take a ride. Blasting nutty chunks from my hide. Thunderous plops and monsoonal waves. One …
Pure Pooetry
Battlefield of Brown
This chud is large and takes up much space. The pushes of agony contorts my face. Its chunks are large, …
Pure Pooetry
Solid Chunks
Early morning I started to spray. Solid clumps of brown flew away. Hilarious sounds accompanied this dump. A rectal orchestra …
Pure Pooetry
