Wiping Woe

After sitting for what felt like years.
It was time to rise and face my fears.

This wiping session I wished not to partake.
The last one was like wiping with a garden rake.

It’s all due to this nasty paper from Hell.
My anus has had a righteous rough spell.

I reluctantly stand and put paper to ass.
And thus began the demise of my crevasse.

This is a tale for another time and place…
For the memory of this I sorely wish to erase.

Pure Pooetry

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