Category Archives: Poetry of the Arse

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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toxic stink

O comtemplative evening ploppy, you leave my rectum warm and sloppy, you would make a healty drink, except you’re foul, toxic and stink.

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evil reek

O stinking log fresh from my arse, to deny your stench would be a farce, your horrid putrid evil reek, leaves my nasal region weak.

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fine-lumped slurry

O acid rush of fine-lumped slurry, you pass my ring in quite a hurry, just like a foul horrific curry, or p’raps an oreo mcflurry.

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morning brew

O morning poo my morning poo, each morn I wake and free your brew, and so I write this ode to you, my daily friend my morning poo.

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reeking log

O morning poo you work of art, preceded by a lengthy fart, into the septic pipes to play, O reeking log of rectal clay.

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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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