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Thick, Pungent and Wet

Such a beautiful day, what a wonderful morning.
Suddenly ruined, by a terrible spawning.

My coight opened, leaving a gaping maw.
Releasing turds so powerful, they shook the floor.

The air was thick, pungent and wet.
The turds so powerful, they began to set.

I think to myself, could this be any worse?
I must leave this Hell now, or leave in a hearse.

I grab the paper and begin to wipe…
When I realise I’ve gone side to side and left a stripe!

Panic sets in, and then I begin to stress…
I really hope someone will save me from this mess…

Pure Pooetry

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