Big Ol’ Bog!
I sit here on the loo and I ponder… This horrid scent, now I wonder… What on Earth did I …
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The Caganer
El Caganer squats in the middle of the field. Pants around ankles, soil ready to yield. The tradition says all …
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Angry Rear Crater
Last night’s meal was a meaty feast. Foolishly I had fueled an inner beast. By morning my southern regions were …
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Layers of Filth
In the bowl lies a stinky slurry. Made from yesterday’s rancid curry. But before then it was murky meat pie. …
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The Bowel Breaker
In the middle of the night it strikes. A vicious fecal attack no one likes. The kind that gives your …
Pure Pooetry
