Darkness fell upon the bowl…
As The Wizard arrived to reap souls.
He prays on the innocent who have no clue.
With a deadly strike while they go number two.
I’m talking of course about constipation.
The dreaded act that ends in damnation.
Your bowels are loaded and ready fire.
But a sudden corking, and you perspire!
The pressure is quickly building and cannot be released.
You’re feeling pain and groaning like a wounded beast.
A curse on you, you Shizhard Wizard!
Casting your spells, halting fecal blizzards.
Will you ever relent your heinous wrath?
Will you ever allow another turd to be shat?