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When it Rains it Pours

When it rains it pours…
And my butt does not snore!

Cos out floods a tremendous load.
No warning, nothing to forebode.

A little squeak or a tiny fart…
May have warned my fragile heart.

But nothing except the violent spew.
It came and said “Hey! Screw you!”

Not a “I hate to be a bother…”
“Here comes a rectal slother.”

Just the sudden unrelenting brown rain.
And in the process my butthole was maimed.

It is still outpouring if you must know.
It may be weeks till the end of this flow.

Pure Pooetry

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