Pure Pooetry
In The Nick of Time
I made it home just in the nick time. My stomach growling, my bowels primed. I just sat down and …
Pure Pooetry
Greasy Caper
Oh the sheer magnitude, of this bog that is quite rude. I raced to plant my hairy cheeks, what was …
Pure Pooetry
Freezing Southern Winds
Well this was easy, today I sat, and as I did, I suddenly shat. It took me by surprise, though …
Pure Pooetry
