Stinky Ballad
While eating an oily garden salad… My ass trumpeted a stinky ballad. Regarding the scent, I was not a fan. …
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Big Mistake
This golden brown strumpet… I just blasted with a trumpet. Glistening in a rusty dark hue… From my rear it …
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Bad Luck Streak
Today while walking I passed a brown cat. Afterwards into my pants an accidental scat. Back inside I carelessly opened …
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Brown Graffiti
Monday morn, the dunnies are nice and clean. The porcelain is so shiny it even gleams. I must congratulate the …
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Letting Slip
Have you ever thought that the coast was clear… So you decide to drop flatus from your rear? Then you …
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Custard Fart
PHOOAAR! What an epic fart! Smells just like a custard tart. It has an aroma so fruity and rich. And …
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A Faint Hint of Brown
This chair where I penned many a piece. For years it cushioned my rear crease. It had soft and comfy …
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Mississippi Steamboat
What you are about to read is a true story. Forever remembered in all its poo glory. It’s a tale …
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The Wind and Brass Section
A trumpeting start… To this huge shart. No, it wasn’t in bed… Nor in your head. It was a loud …
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A Grain of Sand
There’s a tiny grain of sand. Down in my southern gland. For when I lift up my frock. And drop …
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Into The Doo-Dimension
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I have here a tale that will make you hurl! Shizhard Wizard here, rhyming …
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Bubble and Squeak
Bubble and Squeak is not for the meek. Causing your poop to grotesquely reek. In fact, it will give you …
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That Missed Feeling
“It’s been ages since I had that feeling.” I said to myself, as a fart was peeling. It’s been too …
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Erroneous Beef
Inpooduction ? ? ? Folks, I have for you a sickening tale. About how my pants became so stale. It’s …
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Gas Chamber
Naked I stood there in my shower. The water jetting out on high power. It creates copious amounts of hot …
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Arts and Crafts
Like the timeless masters, I suffer for my art. And there it is, the sound of a painful fart. It …
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The Runs Redux
Striking again at the most inconvenient time… The gut-wrenching feeling of impending slime. A fart is the sound of alarm …
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To The Moon!
The engines are primed, my bowels are full. To kick off this launch I’ll give my finger a pull. A …
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