Scrubbing The Poop Deck
The funnel opens and the log departs. Soon there’ll be a brown blood bath. With a plop the mass descends. …
Pure Pooetry
Whirlpool Fudge Tunnel
There is no toilet I cannot defile. My aftermath will leave no smile. When I unleash the terrible mixture. The …
Pure Pooetry
A Grain of Sand
There’s a tiny grain of sand. Down in my southern gland. For when I lift up my frock. And drop …
Pure Pooetry
Brown Eye of The Storm
Brace yourself against the door… Get ready for the brown downpour! This unnatural disaster now unfolds. Power of poop released …
Pure Pooetry
