Thursday is here and you know what it means?
I’ll unleash a brown spray fueled by baked beans.
This day was named after the Norse god Thor.
But I’m reminded of my huge weekly downpour.
There’s no thunder or lightning, no hammer at all.
Just me sitting alone stinking up this stall.
Load after load the bowl fills up fast.
Fecal shoots out with a mighty blast.
I look at the calendar and compare last week’s dumping.
My god, today’s deposit might be a record thumping.
I hope the bowl doesn’t get filled to the top.
I’d rather not have my cheeks touching the plop.