Bowels Fowl
The corn flakes flew acRoss the room,
The raisins hung in air,
Eruption sticky as the glue,
Vibrating rectum fair,
He slung a towel about his waist,
He needed a a flaming shower,
But then the bowel in recital haste,
Did paint the walls a shower,
No need 2 sit upon the throne,
He quietly closed the door,
And whistling a regretfully tune,
Sultana .brand he swore
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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