The Ghastly Appoorition Returns

The ghastly appoorition has returned.
My bowels have simply not learned.
I failed to eat well.
My rear emits a smell.
Now my haunted bowels will churn.

A terrifying thing has happened to my tum.
The spectre of shite has imprisoned my bum.
A spooky poo on Friday the 13th…
Has filled my gut to my back teeth.
I can’t bust this ghost, nor release the chum.

This gooey gremlin has placed me in a curse.
It has forever ensorceled my rear purse.
This is the end of my butt’s story.
Trapped now in a brown poogatory.
Only soiled pants would be worse.

Pure Pooetry