The Calm Before The Storm
This is the calm before the storm. Prior to the unsavoury being born. Everything is peaceful and quiet. One could …
Pure Pooetry
Rectal Riptide Wreck
My poor erupting spleen was not too keen… For out of the blue came the brown and mean. It blasted …
Pure Pooetry
The Struggle Within
A squelch between my cheeks meant only one thing. Something was brewing and it resembled chow mein. I tried to …
Pure Pooetry
The Loose Bowels
The loose bowels did bleat an unsettling howl… Followed by a spluttering from its wet jowls. I peeked at the …
Pure Pooetry
