The Scent of Fear
A colossal exodus from my bunghole… In just one go has filled the bowl. But the rancid stink, so rich …
Pure Pooetry
The Calm Before The Storm
This is the calm before the storm. Prior to the unsavoury being born. Everything is peaceful and quiet. One could …
Pure Pooetry
Brown Splatters
Brown splatters, a sickly batter. Why does this brown mess matter? Eruption sudden, a rush and floodin’. I rapidly press …
Pure Pooetry
Sudden Public Attack
I was in a crowded shop when I felt the pooey pangs. It was as if Count Dumpula had bitten …
Pure Pooetry
Houston, We Have a Pooblem!
Friday work lunch, a burger from heaven. But the aftereffects, got my bowels a revvin’. I got back to the …
Pure Pooetry
The Poolantic Ocean
Here I sit upon the throne… Soon to the ocean, my bowels will be known. Before long a mighty eruption. …
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Paid in Full
My cheeks were planted and my turd exploded. I have no doubt the porcelain will be eroded. It was a …
Pure Pooetry
