The Magic Poorridge Pot
My loo is shattered and gross. It’s certainly nothing I would boast. Yet busting to go I had little choice. …
My loo is shattered and gross. It’s certainly nothing I would boast. Yet busting to go I had little choice. …
This is a tale to lament the porcelain gleam. Now met its end by lumps of brown and green. Once …
The challenge is made, the challenge is issued. I grab my wand wrapped in toilet tissue. Papa Poosepi has challenged …
What was once a mountain of cheese and dairy… Is now something gross and scary. I slurped the milkshake, but …
My porcelain throne is empty like the streets. Until now my ass had issued a retreat! This shiny bowl, oh …
Last night’s burger was delicious and nice. But this morning my rectum is paying the price. My gut felt normal, …
It’s 100 degrees, I shit you not. My poop gushes out like runny snot. Everything is all melty and gross. …
Oh boy oh boy, it’s time for Halloween. The best time to eject from my spleen. My pumpkin is carved …
A toast to those of us who boast about bathroom poetry we post. Seated on the throne using our phones …
What’s for breakfast? Is it crappy crepes? Like Count Dumpula’s tumbling brown apes? Or is it boring toast slathered in …
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I have here a tale that will make you hurl! Shizhard Wizard here, rhyming …
I peel the undies from my rump. It’s time to release an epic dump! It falls heavy to the water …
I built myself a teleport machine. Not just to keep my ass nice and clean… But so I can poop …