Pure Pooetry
The Double Handed Wipe
This is a tale to lament the porcelain gleam. Now met its end by lumps of brown and green. Once …
Pure Pooetry
Fanning The Flames
I’m laying in bed in the dead of night. My bowel rumbles and needs to shite. But first I sound …
Pure Pooetry
Down in The Dumps
My friend I heard you were down in the dumps. I heard your poop was runny with lumps. So here …
Pure Pooetry
Grits n Bits
Now here’s a little ditty. About the pooey gritty. The gravy and the grits. Get stuck with lumpy bits. In …
Pure Pooetry
Where’s The Spew?
This coffee has put me in quite a stew. Now I need to unleash a rectal spew. Or maybe it …
Pure Pooetry
