Late Night Lingers
It’s way past bedtime and I can’t sleep. Trouble in my bowels, a poo does creep. It nags and taunts …
Pure Pooetry
Bothered & Hot
This stall is so hot and isn’t fun. It feels like I’m pooing on the sun. The beads of sweat …
Pure Pooetry
The Raging Storm
My eye of brown began to weep, as a toxic gas began to seep. Something has made my coight quite …
Pure Pooetry
A Work of Shart
Nice and easy is how it went. Little to no energy was spent. A small backfire sent the poo sliding. …
Pure Pooetry
