The Dance of Poo

I sat down squarely, my weight distributed fairly.

Dropped my pants and started the great poo dance.

At first just a wiggle, a small murmur, a niggle.

A small momentum shift, opening a brown rift.

A step on the left, a step on the right. Thing’s start moving, the shades of midnight.

All of a sudden the dance is completed. The dance of poo easily defeated.

Pure Pooetry

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