A colossal exodus from my bunghole…
In just one go has filled the bowl.

But the rancid stink, so rich and meaty.
Without delay, I signed a toilet treaty.

Gone are the days of lonely outhouses.
Vile aromas never upsetting the spouses.

Except in the case of huge dinner parties.
When everyone released horrendous farties.

Back to the shocking matter at hand.
Filled to the brim and pipes are jammed.

I press the flusher and up comes a bubble.
The whole goop shakes and I smell trouble.

The rumble grows worse, I don’t have much time!
Soon there’ll be an eruption of brown slime!

I hit the deck as the poocano blows it’s top!
The entire ceiling now coated in brown slop.