Jeff's World of Crap Presents
Ode to a Turd

The scattered, scatological mumblings of a fevered mind
Brought to you in iambic pentameter



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As I sit, thrusting, clenching
nearly there, but not quite wrenching
you from my rear...

I take a breath, grunting, panting,
To kill the pain, I start chanting:
"How'd you get here?"

I close my eyes, squeezing, pleading
to not start sneezing, whilst still needing
one final push...

I steel myself, clasping, pinching
out my loaf, grasping, inching
you from my tush...

Groaning, whining, feeding fish,
it occurs to me: I wouldn't wish
this fate on a dog.

Halfway there, I exhale, teary.
Woe's my sphincter, stretched and weary
from chopping log.

I strike my thigh, moaning, keening,
wishing I could begin weaning
my cheeks from the bowl.

Alas, I'm weakened - sweaty, smelly!
Non-stop flexing of my belly
has taken its toll.

Out, damned turd! I'm at your pity!
I must confess, yours is a shitty
way to egress.

Yet if I didn't take you swimming,
instead leaving you somewhere brimming -
Oh, what a mess!

And when you at last deign to drop
and I hear that faithful "plop"
I cry out in sheer joy!

At last the fruits of my hard labor
are mine alone for me to savor:
a brown baby boy!


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