A Fistful of Poop
I clench in my hand a fistful of poop. It’s a warm and soft mushy goop. The dog left me …
Pure Pooetry
Not a Friend
Bowels are loaded, bowels are primed. It’s time to unleash an ounce of slime! It comes out thick, it comes …
Pure Pooetry
Turd Times The Charm
Three poops in a day is a bit too much. And it hasn’t helped to soften the touch. My hole …
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Brace For Impact
Clutch the seat and brace for impact. Too long has this stool been compact. And now it’s time to let …
Pure Pooetry
The Scent of Evil
I detect a most vile scent in the air. It’s mean and cruel and does not care. I regret inhaling …
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My Name is Farts Galore
Lately, my name has been Farts Galore. I’ve been dropping bombs and stinky spores. The farts have been flying out …
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Pooper’s Remorse
This terrible deed, I must confess. Laid by me, in a heinous mess. It sits glaring up from the porcelain …
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The Meatiest Shit
Leaving me now is last night’s dinner. It was a spectacular feast, a real winner. Cooked to perfection, a meaty …
Pure Pooetry
