The holidays seems to be a musical time, so why not. The less funny you are, the more coal you get in your stocking.
[spoiler]If you are offended by me referring to a Christmas tradition as a playful addition to a shitpost, find a cliff for me and test the viscosity of the ground below. Research purposes.
[/spoiler]
[i]Throughout the night, I fight
and I bite and I gripe and I swipe
What a fright!
These fluids draining from my pipe,
Where solids are only right
The last time in my life
That I get fish on a flight[/i]
-
all day it was in my tummy churning now all I feel is the sensation of burning
-
In takin a poop It's startin to droop So when it drops There's goin to be a plop.
-
[i]I made a poop Now i must scoop It came out in a loop [/i] The End
-
Edited by FoxTrottts: 12/26/2014 5:44:41 AM[i]Toilet bowl, toilet bowl, You contain no poop, From my arse hole. Downstairs the family's in a group, For a photograph. Christmas cheer, Christmas cheer, But it is for my rectum, my ass, For which which I do fear. Maybe due to at midnight mass, I had a dodgy curry beforehand.[/i] A poem, by Cra P. Catcher
-
Over the toilet I silently groan As my butt stretches and grows The sweet turds making their splash Sending poo-water right up my ass A bday without the sanity Leaving the bathroom with no semblance of vanity
-
Over my legs I droop "Why can I not poop?!"