What a Blast

It’s time to pass a deuce of unbelievable magnitude!
Holding it in has left me feeling no gratitude.

I felt like I was a chicken laying an egg!
The longer I held on the more it begged!

This deuce felt huge words cannot describe…
Insides churning, the pain made me want to hide.

But finally I made it and my cheeks were planted.
My poopoo valve opened and my wish was granted.

Pure Pooetry

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