Stale Stool
Sometimes my doo has a really stale smell. Usually when I haven’t dumped in a spell. And the colour looks …
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High Tech Turds
The past must have been such a bore. Our forefathers never had cheeks this sore. The kids today can’t use …
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Compacted Stool
Here is a story about a stealthy brown attack. The battle took place within my own crack. I foolishly delayed …
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Brace For Impact
Clutch the seat and brace for impact. Too long has this stool been compact. And now it’s time to let …
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Iambic Buttameter
By myself quiet and content. Pushing out a stool that’s bent. In the porcelain, I’ve left a dent. A big …
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To The Moon!
The engines are primed, my bowels are full. To kick off this launch I’ll give my finger a pull. A …
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Pooetry Fuel
I’m running dangerously low on pooetry fuel. Without it I cannot produce rhymes about stool. The lack of poopy rhymes …
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Slavin’ Away
I’m stuck in a dead end like this compacted stool. I’ve been putting this off like a damned fool. It’s …
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