Oh, dear Lord in Heaven, what did I just birth?
If stink had a value, highly this would be worth!
Though, something about this stench is off.
The fumes have made me gasp and cough.
And now I feel a rather unsettling aura…
I fear I’ve pooped open the box of Pandora.
It’s almost as if it has an evil bearing.
The stink is somehow mean and uncaring.
Eerily, I’ve suddenly got the chills.
What on Earth did my butthole spill!?!
I grab the air fresher and wave it like a boss.
I spray it while making the sign of the cross.
“Begone foul spoorit! Loocifer’s fiendish turds!”
I’ll now quickly recite the sacred anti-poop words!
“Shatan, leave poossession of this toilet bowl!”
“Crawl back into someone else’s butthole!”
Then quickly I wipe and flush with the Lord’s might.
I pray this evil stinker may never take fecal flight!