Mornings Done Right
Ah yes, the morning poo. It’s one of my favourite things to do. All the build up from the night …
Ah yes, the morning poo. It’s one of my favourite things to do. All the build up from the night …
I got my papers and I got my bling. Soon out my anus brown will sing. But I don’t wanna …
This pud’s for you! A liquid steaming poo. You won’t get drunk. It’s just rear spunk. This frothy number two. …
Why are you offended by a poo streak in the bowl? It’s not as if it’s a framed photo hanging …
This pooem is a bit like synchronised swimming. But it’s to do with scat and two butts are singing… You discover …
Leaving me now is last night’s dinner. It was a spectacular feast, a real winner. Cooked to perfection, a meaty …
In the bowl lies a stinky slurry. Made from yesterday’s rancid curry. But before then it was murky meat pie. …
The guy who delivered our TV. Said he needed a toilet to pee. But after he’d used our loo. It …
After a burger of epic proportions. I had to commit a stinky abortion. And in the bowl lay a foul …
Out came a rancid brown slaw. And with it a stink I deplore. This afternoon’s expelling of sour mash… Was …
The toilet paper at work is terribly course. After using it my anus feels pooper’s remorse. There was a time …
This spikey little nugget, on the cusp of it’s debut… Instead of an outing, it’s a stubborn steadfast poo! I’ll …
In a dystopian future, farts have been outlawed. But I’m a wind and law breaker and I get a bit …
It feels like I haven’t taken a shit in ages. This pooem may take up many pages. In fact, I …
I’m unwell and stuck at home with nothing to do. Mounting the throne, I’ll compose a pooem or two. Quite …