The One That Got Away

The brown mule was kicking, letting me know…
I needed a throne fast so to a throne I did go.

But it seemed like a mile and I was a snail.
I was fearful that my o-ring would surely fail.

And people were starring, asking if I was okay.
I painfully muttered, “get out of my way!”

I wanted to slow my movement to get some relief.
But the brown mule was angry, and the throne now in reach.

So I opened the door and dropped my pants.
Then I got myself into the fecal stance.

What happened next is kind of a blur…
But all I know is that it did occur.

Before the touchdown of both my cheeks…
I saw the brown mule right at my feet.

Pure Pooetry

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