The Number of The Bog
Menacing fart clouds predict an ominous storm. An ancient evil prophecy is about to be born. Now I’m dropping a …
Pure Pooetry
Turned To Darkness – Part II
The challenge is made, the challenge is issued. I grab my wand wrapped in toilet tissue. Papa Poosepi has challenged …
Pure Pooetry
Fanning The Flames
I’m laying in bed in the dead of night. My bowel rumbles and needs to shite. But first I sound …
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Spreading The Caca Condiments
In the past I’ve mentioned chocolatey Buttella. It’s a thick sickly treat, I’ll tell ya what fella. But may I …
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Time Warp Toilet
Let’s go for a swirl through time! Just be mindful of the fecal slime. All you need is a few …
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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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