Brownly Betrayed
We’ve had quite the cold snap. But suddenly I need to crap. I don’t wanna freeze my cheeks, they’ll get …
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Brown Mountain
I just dropped the world’s heaviest load. It shook the foundations of my abode. Porcelain is somehow still intact. Despite the …
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Poopare For War
In times of peace, you must poopare for war. So that is why I’m shittin’ on the floor! I’m not …
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Multitasking Gone Wrong
Honestly, I’ve never pooped in a sock… But the opposite might get pipes blocked. Before I sat down to take …
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Between The Cheeks
This one goes out to Kirk. A big Pure Pooetry fan who is doing it tough. ❤️ I’m feeling a …
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Did Someone Say Panic?
I ask you, what the heck is going on? The toilet paper was flowing 20 miles long! Now there isn’t …
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Excrapvation
When you need to go in deep… To wipe out that heinous ex-meat. You consider using the ice cream scoop. …
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Take The Plunge
This damn stubborn poop won’t take the dive. Of the brown the porcelain is deprived. An unloading, my bowel is …
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Caught in a Stinky Trap!
I’m fuming and furious! I’m goddamn livid! Locked in a room where a stink was delivered! Woe is me, I’ve …
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An Unthinkable Poosaster
Oh my goodness! The unthinkable has happened. There’s a major malfunction where I do my crappin’. The throne… she’s broken! …
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Onomato-poo-eia: Part 1
Pooping… hear the kerplop. Ass is burning and quite hot. Ahhhh, drop of cool water makes me hop. Clog the …
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A Public Outing
Public toilets are not a nice place. Their conditions are a filthy disgrace. I hadn’t used one in quite a …
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Crappy Klaxon
A bellowing burst of gas suddenly erupts. Rudely into the conversation it interrupts. This blaring klaxon has a deafening echo. …
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Nutty Butt: Part III
Oh my god, it’s finally happened! The fecal floodgates have awakened! After a serious bout of shitty blockage, My bowels …
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Raining Bog – A Slayer Pooem
Trapped in poogatory A lifeless bogject, steaming Awaiting wiping Death will be it’s flushination The sky is turning brown Return to poower draws …
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