I had to eat the extra portion;
Now my colon’s in contortion.
All of it went in my face;
I ate it all, and left no trace.
Already had I had enough
To keep me flabby in the buff
But then another plate I ate.
This caused my guts to detonate,
Dinners past ex-herniate,
And cloud of brown to radiate.
The misty plague took many hues.
In clothes and hair did it infuse;
The cloud caused all around to grieve
And beg for oxygen reprieve.
If you wish your next mealtime to survive,
Try not to be there after I arrive.
WordPress daily writing prompts (words highlighted above).
Excessive poo is coming through your tunnel;
Perhaps it should be channeled with a funnel.
You’re sceptical? Your look is quite impassive.
No need to stew–I’ll lend to you my ass-sieve.
In reply to this WordPress daily writing prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/massive/
Had a turd that wouldn’t taper.
All I got was noxious vapor.
Need more greens–it was a scraper.
I know it could have been much worse,
This bottom-breaching colon curse:
It might have struggled out in verse.
Woke up late on cloudy morning,
Rain my verdant lawn adorning;
Special gift without forewarning
Left my sanity suborning.
Continue reading “Morning Surprise”
After lunch, I get the urge
My munch-compacted bowels to purge.
No fun to hold it in a while,
And hunching over’s not my style.
What benefit is there to wait?
From bowl-seat let me levitate.
It leaves me feeling fresh and thinner
And makes room for bigger dinner.
No venue have I found that’s fitter
For a leaking of my critter
Than old-fashioned sit-down shitter.
Continue reading “A Thought While Sitting”
Seven plates at a buffet of shrimp:
Ate so much I walked out with a limp.
With the greatest relief
At the porcelain reef
Now I send them to swim through the crimp.