Boredom Bog
I’m unwell and stuck at home with nothing to do. Mounting the throne, I’ll compose a pooem or two. Quite …
Pure Pooetry
Stink Begone!
Cubicle next to me is now occupied. Some grubby sneakers below I spied. I hear the sound of splashing rocks. …
Pure Pooetry
Fight Fecal With Fragrance
Drizzling chocolate streams. Disgusting runny creams. A soft serve gone wrong. A stench so meaty and strong. A nightmare, not …
Pure Pooetry
