I hate auto flush But my poo smell… It makes me blush Super bowl hell! Such power in the auto flush Splashed my butt with cold! Sphincter tightening in a rush From spicy icy no fun poo, behold! My butt is wet My O-ring hot All is set To burn the lot. It was an extravaganza of birthday food. My girlfriend has not told me if she has poo’d But I suspect she has based on nothing at all. It's generally how I base everything, such gall! But again, I hate these toilets.
Stir fry delight!
A little rougher coming out than I’d like.
But cornstarch, sherry and soy sauce
They make for easy stir fry!
In the kitchen, I’m the boss!
I know, an easy rhyme, like I didn’t even try.
But the point is I make a mean…
That’s not tight
As the kids these days say.
Get it? Ya big dick.
Hash House A Go Go
You ripped apart my ass.
Your portions are a no no
Gigantic caloric feasts, hard to pass.
I think I might be bleeding
This poop was monstrous bad
Shockingly I’m needing
Hardly anything I had
But it was so tasty
The food, not the poo
Let’s not be hasty
Especially considering who
Is telling you this
As they poo and piss
From within the loo
Little pieces plopping down
Piling up in the bowl
Free from pain and the color brown
Soft and passing easy from my hole
This poop is nice?
A little gooey, or like a paste
I fear for later and the price
I’ll pay for my next waste
I’m sure though, this wipe
And I will gripe
To any listening ear.
Oreos, both original and golden Double stuff and single layer Milk dunking and flowed in My mouth, el devour mayor Who prefers the yellow? Me, that's fucking who Chocolate? um hello! You look like, poo Drink some pee Over eat shit Hee hee Legit.
Painful poops are very sad.
I feel such sorrow
For my O ring.
The dirt star cries, it tears.
Is there no mercy on the planet??
Heavens above, dust thou poop?!
Free of gas, my belly flat.
Pooping beef lettuce wraps.
They were made with garlic
Wiping shards of glass, the sphincter wails.
No Wayne, it says not what, but why.
Bright and early gets the worm!
Sitting cheerful as I squirm
This early poo is pushing through
And I’m giddy as hell in the loo
Slightly jagged and not too nice
This poo, it hurt. I’m paying the price
Of eating junk and drinking beer
Of raging without a fear
That Del Taco in the late night
Would come out without a fight.
But it has, but I am still glad.
Both for the poop and the fun that I had.