*I apologise in advance for this creative little masterpiece. But it had to come out!*
And there it is, winking at me
My nemesis
6 times flushed and laughing in my face
The floater refuses to go off with the waste
It casually rests while my stress levels rise
People are waiting and there's nowhere to hide
Oh what a panic, what a to do
This incarnate of evil, this devil poo!
But I'll walk away with head held high
Because under the tissue this shit i will hide!
A b, de, a, de, aThats all folks... Sorry!
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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I didn't explain it well. Oops, now it's deleted your reply too!
Lol.
Well - it did not hit the fan, as they say! heehee.
Now that's anotjer poem waiting to happen!
Oh horror of horrors..... the last time this happened to me it was someone elses before i started but my need was so urgent. Damn thing was still there winking at me. Now i get the blame for someone elses turd with its built in gas pocket of a fart.
Sorry i dont know what you mean. Ive never done anything like that. This poem was purely artistic...... Honest
No apology necessary SC. You do what you got to poo. ; )
Har har har
Saxon:
It will not reflect on you
You do what you gotta do
Just feel easy leaving your poo
For another to flush for you.
A big turd a marker of health
What more do you need, bar wealth?
Just do look after yourself
In this situation, only – you’re not someone who ignores yer other social responsibilities, are yer?
I didnt really leave a poo.
Im just not so crude
It was a poem not the truth
Yeah right it was my number 2
The poo will doooooooooooo
What nothing else coooooould
You must feel relieved
How about taking your "High Fiber" shit at your house. Really great fun, S.C.- Sorry forgot you are a bird, it's in one out one.
So bravely done, I read it 3 times. As I first thought it can't be once with such a spectacular rhyme!
So glad I popped by.....
Don't yiu mean plopped by?
Do you always poo -dle along with your floating words that never flush away from my laughter.
Andy
No comment. But i talk a lot of sh..
Would I dare accuse you of that?
Well not to my face maybe
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