Take A Bow

The spitting and the splatting…
Came the spluttery shatting.

The claggy and the gooey.
My rear feels a bit spewy.

The tide so angry and grumpy…
A flowing of gravy so lumpy.

The slick ooze did bubble and steam.
A Mr. Whippy made of sour brown cream.

My gut doesn’t feel great right now.
So back into the bowl, I take a bow.

Pure Pooetry

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