Pooping In the Bush

My stomach rumbles after a hot meal, I pack along the road to obey this call, As I run into the bush, it rumbles still, On bending down ‘bou~bou~bou’ its gases fall, Sounding like a thunderous trumpet…, Anus releases the mighty from rectum, Which makes flies to sing praises to kismet, Its odor makes the mouth secretes sputum which is ready to fly out and spread its wings like heron before landing on the beach, the mighty and co rule the soil like kings, adding flavor and nutrients to grow the peach, ‘Fou~fou~fou !~pra.ta.ta..taa!‘it sounds again, Feel at ease, as it passes out like speed train.