The Behind Unwind

The weekend is over and it’s time to unwind.
So first thing to do is go plant my behind.

I bet the seat will be deathly cold.
But not to fear… there’s T.P. to fold.

Fold by fold turns into a healthy layer.
Now it’s time to unleash this dasturdly sprayer.

The weekend involved some fiery taste.
Chicken smothered in freaking hot chilli paste.

Ah the seat… it’s so satisfyingly warm.
Like after a poo baby’s been born.

I’m now in position to commence fecal fire.
But afraid I am… the situation could be dire.

Pure Pooetry

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