Jagged, Sharp and full of pain
This poop, pushed out today
Contains two days of eating, and all that I gain
Is a ragged cutting poo, keeping screams at bay.
Shrimp Scampi, made for pretty cheap
Didn’t, yesterday, find release
Just piled itself upon the heap
And folded over, sealing like a crease.
So that this morning, on the throne
The Duke heaves, gasps and hustles out
A surprisingly small, but painful bout that’s prone
To making for a grumpy tude, without a doubt.