Turds they seem to float away. Whether solid or only spray. Lots of TP on the shelf. Is most important …

Sitting here so peaceful and calm. When under the door I saw an arm. With what time I had left …

As I sit here on upon my throne, I start to ponder the unknown. I feel a sudden little slip, …

A doodie-dove sits anxiously perched. I’m in a frantic, panicking search. Desperately I seek a vacant cubicle. This brown rock …

Everyone poops, there’s no denying. Some refute it but they are lying. Even animals of land, air and sea. They …

My rectum is a little sore. Because I wiped it red raw. Constant visits to the loo. Resulting from runny …

You must keep the fecal flowing. Brown ropes mustn’t stop going. The stink is long, strong and has a pong. …

A recent pooping had an unusual aesthetic. It felt ticklish as though it were electric. The second round gave me …

Like a diamond in the rough. I see more than just gross stuff. There’s pootential in these rhymes. Combined with …

Middle of the night I received the call. Bowels said it’s time for a midnight brawl. Tippy-toe to the loo …

The filth is oozing at super slow mo. Like a broken down soft serve flow. Chocolate ice cream drips like …

Two strikes down and the bases were loaded. It was time for the porcelain to be eroded. I could feel …

I assume the position to make some Milo. I take the throne and begin the low flow. Three huge tablespoons, …

This soggy brown potato mash. Is more a concrete-like hard crash. I’ll need an ice cream scoop. To remove the …

An icy breeze is what I could feel… As my chocolate banana began to peel. About zero degrees is what …