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Pooetry

Volcanic Hazard

The throne shined white, whiter than snow…
But soon that would change, it would lose its glow.

Something was brewing my fecal friends.
Hazardous to my ass and the throne’s s-bend.

Magnitude was great and the pressure was rising.
I needed a toilet… there was no compromising.

At the throne, I arrived safe and sound.
Now I was able to release the hazardous mound.

I braced myself not knowing what to expect.
But I never imagined from the seat I would eject.

Turbulence grew and a mighty rumble was heard.
Then the mass erupted like a volcano of turd!

Pure Pooetry

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