My routine is changed From the glory of the morning I feel deranged As I poop in mourning Of the lost early poop Which is far superior Than this later poop Of a quality that's inferior There's just something lacking From this post noon sight To give it that smacking Of an afternoon delight. I'm not sure what, exactly But I know the best part of day To be sitting here extracting Is not in PM, I have to say.
My first solid poo What a joy Such a bliss! It was worse than the flu Like a demon's toy Everything amiss Lamb and such I did spew The devil's ploy Made me shit piss PTSD, I suffer you A lost little boy That I do not miss For now I well poo Like a shiny toy With nothing amiss.
Veggies, rice and fish
Make for a nice poo
If I had one wish
Cheese and beef too
Would be easy to pass
But we all know too well
That pooping a cheese mass
Can be a pooping hell
So here’s to fish, veggies and rice
Tasty, nutritious and all
That makes pooping nice
On this early morning in fall.
Glory be to all!
For this early morning poo!
Nothing better in the fall
Than a PSL poo!
Scarves and long sleeves
Or a Han Solo vest
Can’t match the butt sieve
From all the rest
For the PSL poo
Comes from the gut
And makes you feel new
As you wipe your butt.
Well well well what have we here
A two for one special, what a rare treat
I’m a one a day guy just to be clear
But today, the toilet, twice we shall meet
I cannot say why, but I have my suspicions
As to how I pooped twice
Without some restrictions
And hopefully not thrice
As I’d have some misgivings
Just now, I pooped two little poos
I had imagined a mighty huge dump
The announcing gas was loud like Trump
In end, I pooped too little poos
Barely worth the effort, I wish I knew
I guess, maybe later I’ll poop twice
With a grand amount of poop, that’ll be nice
Bringing something better, I hope it’s new
Foul smelling gas Spewed forth from my ass With such violent expulsion I assumed the worst would pass Like a terror of a poo Something frightening and new A poo that would cause a tearing revulsion This was likely, I knew. Once on the pot With the seat nice and hot I was hit with a sudden compulsion To leave and poop not. Big gas pushed out! Loud as an elephant snout And into the water an emulsion Of tiny poo, filled only with doubt.