Coated in brown is your final demise. A horrid departure we all despise. No one wants a poopy death. Our …

I’ve had enough of this stinkin’ place. Never again do I wanna see your face. This person in particular I …

My guts tingle at the sensation, this is my que for anal devastation. As it suddenly dawns on me, for …

I’ve hit rock bottom, I’ve hit skids row. In my undies there’s a hideous glow. It stretches back from goonch …

Squeezing out a rancid fruit. Into the water it does poot. And with a flush off it scoots. Gone sailed …

You’ve sat long and hard. But did you expel any lard? Force of habit, you’re unsure. If there was any …

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 …