Crapper

This is a poem about taking a big big dump. We all make mistakes. Originally written July 2017.

Alas laddie,
On this gleaming white throne,
With color reminiscent to that of a Volkswagen Caddy,
I sit and I moan.

I whip my head to look up,
My eyes scan the stars in the sky,
Beneath me the sound of artillery identical to Krupp,
This is a big one, oh my.

I push and I pull and I push and I pull,
Goodness gracious,
Out of my behind comes a sound not so dull,
I have never seen something so audacious.