I’ll tell you a story and believe me it’s true.
I was having a cigarette and needed to poo.
I needed to go and I just couldn’t wait.
So I made a decision that coulda sealed my fate.
I went to the toilet with cigarette in hand.
I quickly sat down, I didn’t stand.
I was scared to death as I began my erosion.
What if there was a spark causing a huge explosion!
My defecation was complete and I was still alive.
But a now problem came to my mind.
My cigarette was finished and I needed it out.
My heart started racing and my butthole did pout.
I had no choice, I needed to make a decision.
A decision which would require great precision.
I needed to drop the smoke in only water.
With what I had done I grew only distraught-er.
If it hit a turd or deadly methane…
What would follow would bring me the pain.
I was so deathly scared that I closed my eyes.
It missed turd and gas to my surprise.
So safe and sound I survived with my clacker.
And I’ve redefined the term, ‘A Real Bowl Cracker.’