This Shit Ain’t Gonna Fly

Middle of the night I received the call.
Bowels said it’s time for a midnight brawl.
Tippy-toe to the loo I go.
Waking up the family is a no-no.
Here comes the foul downfall.

So awful was my brown eye’s wink.
That my nostrils started to shrink.
This shit just ain’t gonna fly.
It’s gonna make the family cry.
They awoke from the potent stink.

Pure Pooetry

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