Monthly Archives: October 2012
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
O early morning faeces bisque, flowing forth from muscled disc, your like a slightly thickened piss. so farts today are too much risk.
O morning flow from my arsehole, Your like a well done casserole. my sinuses are on the blink, so I cannot assess your stink.
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
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.