Shite shite

Skipping dinner is ill advised 
Your poo will be less 
And probably dried 
Making a mess

Of which you will hate 
That crumbly poo
Will cause such a state 
Of scraping and filling the loo

With sounds of despair 
And plucked ass hair 

Right from the taint 
Which could make you faint

This poem is shite.

 

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