Christening The Crapper
You may not believe this story that I tell… Because you did not witness the horrific smell. But trust me …
A Meaty Brown Stew
This meaty brown stew, in the form of my poo. Its look and smell, sadly too well I knew. As …
The Big Brown Boa
A gusty southerly began to blow. Churning the brown seas to and fro. Monsoonal brown rain also fell. Accompanied by …
Voiding The Vowels Turns Three!
Happy birthday to POO! That’s right folks! Volume 1: Voiding The Vowels, our book of rich, meaty, nuggety pooetry turns …
Caffeine Volcano
I love drinking coffee, oh yes I do. The only problem is the monstrous poo. After a few cups of …
The Secret of Clean
What’s the best way to get the bowl clean? What’s the secret for a shiny gleam? There’s a method known …
Fuelling The Fatberg
The sewers beneath old London town… Conceal a secret coated in brown. The tubes and pipes that lead to dunnies… …
Rectal Rush
Something in my gut did not feel good. Clearly I’ve eaten the wrong kind of food. Time was of the …
The Dry Wipe: Redux
The aftermath of my last massive meal… Left my bowels with a wet and soggy feel. But an odd thing …
A Slam Dunk
With a loud resounding POOTOHEY… I violently fired a brown gooey. With such a high-speed rectal blast… In a speckled …
Channeling The Shitstorm
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
Fecal Failure
Here is a terrible tale of a sickening brown fail… When I was pranked by a caca-cocktail. I had just …
Turned To Darkness – Part III
After what seems a millennium The Count has risen. A full brown moon is out and nuggets will be spillin’. …
Can’t Shake This Nagging Doubt
So I’m dropping a load just like I normally would… When the last lump asks why he should. He is …
A Sickening Sight
I peered into the bowl after a heinous outing. What I saw left my mind doubting. Was I responsible for …
A Tragic Flush
We often think of toilets as somewhat good. The place to rid our bodies of digested food. But what if …
A Whale of a Time
The skies above are raining cats and dogs. But in my porcelain, it’s a storm of bogs. A wet one …
The Ghastly Appoorition Returns
The ghastly appoorition has returned. My bowels have simply not learned. I failed to eat well. My rear emits a …
