Poem - 12 September 2015, 15:39

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.

Like 0 Pin it 2

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Views:

538

Rating:

Tags:

Poetry Genre:

Epic

2 comments

Comments

Curious Onlooker12 September 2015, 16:22

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