bongs and drinking

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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,
and venture forth into the sewer.

 

 

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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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