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.
molten toffee
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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.