faeces bisque

O early morning faeces bisque,
flowing forth from muscled disc,
your like a slightly thickened piss.
so farts today are too much risk.

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well done casserole

O morning flow from my arsehole,
Your like a well done casserole.
my sinuses are on the blink,
so I cannot assess your stink.

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liquid flame

o morning poo of liquid flame,
my poor ring you burn and maim,
last night’s chilli is to blame.
I won’t be eating that again

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rogan josh

O reeking log of rogan josh,
you plip and plop and splash and splosh,
but anyone who joins your mosh,
will need a jolly thorough wash.

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egg yolk and apricot


O morning poo your stench has power,
before your reek my nostrils cower,
its like egg yolk and apricot,
after anaerobic rot.

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crap and gas

O evening poo of crap and gas,
in chunky farts you leave my ass,
in fact you sound and smell quite crass,
as I push down to free your mass.

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alien parasite

O evening poo I am your bride,
as you ream me from inside,
like a gay alien parasite,
that hatched out in my guts last night.

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