Poem -
Poo
Here I sit, ready to shit, at this porcelain throne I start,
I squeeze and strain, I cry in pain, but all I do is fart.
I feel ashamed, I feel deranged, as I throw my hands about,
I scream in vain, I feel insane, I just want this brown demon out.
I push, I pry, I look to the sky, please just end my grief,
With one more pass, I can hear at last, the sweet sound of relief.
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Comments
Ok I just want to say that because you put this under "Struggles In Life" that alone makes this hilarious as all hell, and the fact that you can rhyme like a crazy man makes this even more funny as all hell. Like you have this talent but you put it to use writing this, I'm still laughing, touche..touche indeed 5*
The Onlooker
Hello Poo...
Such struggles in life...
Sorry to hear of such pain...
but, I must agree with Curious...
Very Funny and Very Relatable!
Glad you found relief...
Hugs...
sparrowsong