Why So Gassy?
Why am I so damn gassy? Clouds are plumming out my assy. These stinky gale force winds… Reek like thousand-year-old …
Pure Pooetry
Winds of Northern Shartness
Once again it’s that time of the year… When I feel a chill against my rear. The porcelain is unforgiving …
Pure Pooetry
Poopsicles
In the air a frosty fecal chill. And the smell of a brown spill. Poopsicles hang from the ceiling. I …
Pure Pooetry
