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 …
Pure Pooetry
Layers of Filth
In the bowl lies a stinky slurry. Made from yesterday’s rancid curry. But before then it was murky meat pie. …
Pure Pooetry
Poo Battle
I’m in the thick of a poo battle. Brown trophies adorn my mantle. My fallen comrades, beneath me lay. The …
Pure Pooetry
