The Rancid Score

You better believe me when I say I’ve got the rancid score.
Cos this mound of monstrous mash left me feeling sore.

If only my deposits were worth their weight in gold.
I think I’d be a millionaire, if I may be so bold.

But this latest exiting is one for the record books.
So meaty, rich and lumpy, come see it’s glistening looks.

I had to use a special technique to pop it all out.
I won’t go into detail, but it required the silver spout.

I will say however my yoga training came in handy.
And the sight was so messy, not at all like sweet candy.

The girth was ridiculous, like birthing a child.
Not quite a watermelon, now that’d be wild.

Pure Pooetry

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