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poop *warning to all: immaturity at its finest, (or not)
by Morgan D Hafelethe expression on my face is plain
what it surely screams is pain
my bowels move of their own accord
at a time i simply can't afford
my belly gurgles angrily
i pinch my cheeks so tightly
i push against a pushing force
i have to stop it's rumbling course
if only i had known earlier
what the intentions of my anus were
if only i had the chance to stop
i know my pants i would have dropped
i would have bent over the porcelain slew
if only i had known i had to poo
01/30/2003 Author's Note: here's another repost, go me and my unoriginality right now... oh well. this is my funny poem, well another one, and it's based upon a true story, it was all so long ago when i was but a wee college student sitting in the library dreaming of my own sweet sweet toilet because i refuse to poop in public places. you can get warts on public toilets, and nobody wants that. anyway, i hope you find this i funny as i do. i am a genius! believe me, love me, i command it!
Posted on 04/19/2005
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/19/05 at 04:37 PM ...i bow to your Morgan-ness, after all, peeps bow to me all the time too naahahahahaha, annnnyway morgan loved your lil' repost about poop, errrah, such a dirty subject, but you do it justice...n-yuk, n-yuk...peace, chaz |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 01/19/11 at 04:55 PM Poop happens! |
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