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Pooetry

Wiped Too Soon

Much like any other shit, this is how it started.
I asked out loud, “…was that me who farted?”

The smell was there but an unfamiliar scent.
Nevertheless, to the porcelain throne I went.

So here I am I’m sitting fast on the loo.
Then I realised this is a foreign poo.

I’ve been purging for ages but something’s not right.
Inside these bowels rages a terrible fecal fight.

Maybe there’s a blockage and it needs to be cleared.
This could be the end, something I’ve always feared.

So I decide to wipe now before I’m all done.
To give the shite help exiting the bum.

But it was a boggy marsh that greeted the paper.
Smudging my hole with a messy fecal caper.

This wasn’t a moment that could be saved with ease.
My rusty balloon knot was smeared with rancid grease.

It’s times like these you wish to end your life.
You’ve entered a world of sloppy brown strife.

Pure Pooetry

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