Category Archives: Poetry of the Arse

bongs and drinking

O sneak-off poo on sat’day eve, my midst of mayhem quiet reprieve, but once you’re flushed then I am thinking, I shall return to bongs and drinking.

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fresh manure

O reeking log of fresh manure, I’m not your master – I’m your poo-er. not your maker -more your do-er. and though your critics may sa OO-Err, your horrid stench is foul yet pure, so answer to the septic lure, … Continue reading

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rectal paste

O stinking putrid rectal paste, I glad my spincter cannot taste. and as my toilet’s side you baste, you smell so bad I must use haste.

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septic moat

O massive turd you ease my bloat, and drop down to the bowl to float, you’re like a stinking gutpaste boat, bobbing round a septic moat.

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squelchy faecal nugget

A massive squelchy faecal nugget, best to shit it – not to lug it, so rather than carry all that weight, i’ve expelled it through my date.

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toe cheese

O chunk of toe cheese from my feet, like a putrid grain of wheat. you are my toenail’s corner’s brew, like blue-vein cheese mixed up with poo.

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brown halo

O morning poo I thee bestow, upon the s-bend curved below, you briefly wear a brown halo, till it snips shut and off you go.

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