Here i sit
On the toilet at home
This toilet is my toilet
This toilets my throne
I visit the bathroom
About 6 times a day
To stink out the toilet
To keep you away
If you dare enter
You may get a surprise
For my shits so stinky
It'll bring a tear to your eyes
So now I will leave you
While your thinking of this
I don't need a shit yet
But I do need a piss
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I'm having a moment. I think this is it. I'm writing this poem. While taking a shit. It just seems to me. While I'm sat on the bog. The greatest thoughts ever. Seep through the fog.
#household My curry last night was yummy In fact it was totally scrummy But I had too much Biriyani and such And now I've a rumbly tummy The noise coming from my pants Is like a herd of...
I have a hairy bum I'm hairy from my tum. It doesn't cause me trouble, Except when I'm bending over double. You see after a serious turd, I'm not sure you girls have heard.
I think I'm in love With a guy called Jeff For like my little self With farts he's truly blessed I met him in a club Called Club Trumpocana Our duetting farts Caused a dance floor drama That's when...
I have a little problem Of this i'll say to thee I've covered up my japseye Now it's hard to pee If I'm slightly careful I won't wet my pants If I feel it trickling You'll see me start to...
#household. Ah, the water closet. As it's also known, the loo. The place to perform etiquette. For gents, ladies, not you. Say, for instance, there's four traps. Or urinals as they're known.
Some of my finest thoughts are conceived upon the bog. Contemplating life around me as I excrete the morning log. While carrying out the daily ablutions Some major problems find solutions.
A collaboration with a fellow kindred spirit merlin1038. The strong hand of windy fate. Brought together misslittle and merlin1038. A problem as old as the hills.
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