Magic, Pooetry

The Wereturd

Something sinister was in my bowels.
I could tell it was sinister by its pre-exit howls.

The scream was awful and quite absurd.
It was the calling card of the infamous Wereturd.

It’s a perfect deuce but something goes horribly wrong.
There’s an evil transformation with size and with pong.

A fiendish beast that brings terror to your soul.
Leaving doodoo-destruction and blood in the bowl.

So if you need to poop while there’s a full moon, beware!
The Wereturd exists and he’ll give you a scare!

Pure Pooetry

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