Christening The Crapper
You may not believe this story that I tell… Because you did not witness the horrific smell. But trust me …
Pure Pooetry
We Need a Plumber
Someone better call a plumber… Because my bowels awoke from their slumber! Toxic waste rained down with tremendous splatter. I’m …
Pure Pooetry
R.I.P. Rest in Poop
A despicable porcelain left to rot. Still filled with a stinking brown grot. The flusher broken, long in disrepair. Left …
Pure Pooetry
Half-Moon Crescent
Something terrible has happened in my bowel. I’m not sure how I can release something so foul. A sharp pain in …
Pure Pooetry
