A student at Turdbois Uni
Is studying Scatology
Sue must write a thesis
On impacted faeces
She admits it’s a crap degree!
Categories:
scatology, humorous, student,
Form: Limerick
My cousin’s just earned his degree
He majored in fartology
Now he can impart
What foods make me fart
He’s obsessed by scatology
I confessed that beans give me wind
(It matters not if fresh or tinned)
And onions and sprouts
In any amounts
cause farting that I can’t rescind
The wind I produce is quite drastic
as medics say my colon’s spastic
my poor tummy swells
I release foul smells
I’m thankful my waistband ‘s elastic
FICTIONAL POEM FOR FART-TASTIC CONTEST
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
09/15/21
Categories:
scatology, body, humorous, wind,
Form: Limerick
Violation of human rights.
With no regard of the psychological damage.
The parental alienation of lies spewed from your tablecloth.
No decorations for his empty room.
No hugs from mom.
No kisses on the forehead, or uplifting aspirations from my words of wisdom.
Emotional absence while you worship money.
Void of teaching the love of family, and bonds that are to last forever.
As you severed the beautiful relationship between mother & son.
Caring about yourself.
As you fail to fathom what you have done.
Your actions, have created a wall in which you have built.
As you carry no guilt with a barbarian like mentality.
Lacking the essential skills to cooperate; as you alienate.
An eruption of emotions as you escalated a high jacking of my sunshine.
Keeping him from a beloved mother that protected, and nurtured.
As you cruelly navigate scatology from a woman that has no regard for truth.
Choosing a mate that only cares about her looks, and fake persona.
While he lays in his bedroom looking at the empty wall.
His phone full of Anime….
Working long hours to escape his fate…..
It’s a shame you chose such a hateful, greedy, manipulative mate……
Categories:
scatology, anti bullying, betrayal, corruption,
Form: Free verse
eschatology
never to be confused with
scatology oops
Categories:
scatology, 1st grade,
Form: Haiku
Scatology IS
a theme we can write about -
I write poop poems
(some folk may prefer this alternative ending! )
Jan's poems are poop
a small testing kit
will plop through your letterbox
it’s simple to do
just three smears of pooh
for bowel cancer screening
it could save your life
with intervention
this cancer can be treated ...
don't leave it too late!
if you should notice
a change in bowel habits
then get it checked out
don't be embarrassed
get to the bottom of things ...
dying for a pooh?
11/24/18
Categories:
scatology, body, cancer, humorous,
Form: Senryu
So my poems may not be perfect
And some of them don’t even rhyme
I write about poop and farting
But scatology is not a crime
I don’t know a person who has never done a pooh
So I’ll continue to write poems about going to the loo
On a serious note bowel cancer has killed three of my dad’s family
So I’ll always have a vested interest on the topic of scatology
03~02~17
Categories:
scatology, body, cancer, humorous, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Thankfully, the mid-term elections have come and went.
Thankfully, we'll suffer no more TV ads related to that event.
Thankfully, we'll not receive any more phone calls from politicians.
Thankfully, we'll receive no more mailers outlining their positions.
Thankfully, the prognosticators will find something more productive to do.
Thankfully, we'll hear no more political twaddle for another year or two.
Wouldn't it be novel if the promises made by those shysters came true,
Or will it be politics as usual and 'twas only undiluted scatology they spew!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
scatology, humorous, political,
Form: Couplet
Just like your aorta
Carries blood,
Well It really sort'a ought'a
Or the shoes you bought,
Are sort'a tight,
Soon blisters will ignite,
Sort'a painful it just might,
Keep you up all night,
And when the mouse
dashes across the floor,
And you sort'a run for
the door,
And your ad-lib scat singing
Sort'a thought was scatology
Maybe we ought'a sort'a sort'a
Categories:
scatology, confusion, funny, on writing
Form: Burlesque