Monthly Archives: May 2012

morning squeeze

O morning squeeze of body waste, you take your time and show no haste, as in the cistern you are placed, O reeking log of bowel paste.

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s-bend

O morning poo my pungent friend, heading down to the s-bend, leaving skid-marks in your rush, I’ll have to get them with the brush.

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molten toffee

evening poo brought on by coffee, your texture is of molten toffee, in gurgling spurts you venture down, and turn the cistern’s water brown.

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a fighter

O evening poo you were a fighter, but I won – now I’m kilo’s lighter, I’m feeling light just like a bird, now that my guts aren’t full of turd.

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morning fruit

O morning fruit of bowel’s rumble, towards the s-bend’s curves you tumble, you start out pure sphinctoid extrusion, and end as poo and water fusion.

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clockwork

O morning poo you come like clockwork, and stretch my ring like well-hung cock-work, now like a student of fine arts, I can only do soft hissing farts.

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rock and sometimes glue

  Morning poo O morning poo, sometimes you’re rock and sometimes glue, but each day when I wake there’s you, O morning friend my morning poo.

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