WARNING: NOT NICE...
Come with me, and ruminate
On how our poo can variate
Start with the bomber if we can
Big brown nuggets down the pan
Or how about some diarrhoea
Slopping, slipping from your rear
This one will not make you sing
'Cos diarrhoea will sting your ring
What about some phantom pooing
You're desperate, but there's nothing doing
Then there is the 'Baby's Arm'
Sure to cause some rectal harm
Try flushing him, but he's too thick
You're gonna need a prodding stick
A poo, then, after red hot curry
Will leave your asshole in a hurry
Yours don't stink? I'll eat my hat
I don't remember eating that...
Quick ones, slow ones, better yet
The splasher, when your ass gets wet
Or the floater, the one that won't sink at all
You flush and you flush, it's not playing ball
Don't take a newspaper, I beg
You'll lose the power of your legs
You don't do 'em? Yes you do
Everybody needs a poo
Here they are and it's all true
Lovingly described to you
Ah, toilet humour, stuff so grand
Now go and wash your bloody hands!
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