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Short Rectal Poems

Short Rectal Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rectal by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rectal by length and keyword.


Crude Bodily Humor
Large hemorrhoid piles
obstruct waste evacuation
Evoke toilet time howls
In flat rectal production...

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Categories: rectal, funny
Form: Epigram



Premium Member One of the Vapors of Birth
The rectal wind
is a wayward wind.
A wayward wind
that's bound 
to wander.
Many of us
were born
above a wayward wind.
When told to, “Pusssh.”
Momma couldn't
keep it in....

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Categories: rectal, 12th grade, birth, endurance, mom, nonsense,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Skinny Dipping Intrusion
Sparus Anus
The rectal Bream
is a wayward Bream
Known to insert into
uncovered channels.
Especially when in 
fragrance infused waters. 
So women
keep covered. 
by a fabric strong.
Or spend a few hours
horizontal face down....

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Categories: rectal, 12th grade, animal, anxiety, care, scary, vacation,
Form: Free verse
Weird Physical
Remember Trump's weird physical report
from his doctor. 

A doctor have given Trump a physical;
Really awkward, weird and  whimsical


Took his temperature using a popsicle.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Dedicated to Akkina.

How about using a popsicle for a rectal
thermometer....

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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: rectal, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Prohibited Poetry
Test icles
Female dog
Oral stimulation
Wood
Rectal insert
Bulb of the vestibule
Raccoon
Box
Ipipi
Del dool
Dike
Cigarette
Akkineni
Mouthification
Analingus
Fornication Under Consent of the King
Fudge factory worker
Gay
Ejacu late
Fleshy folds of skin
Handwarmer 
Black person ethnic slur
Pene
Rose thorn puncture
Cono
Strange
Sack
Fecal matter
Promiscuous woman
Pluck
Pecho
Obnoxious person
Faighne
Master Baker...

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Categories: rectal, america, baptism, culture, family, language, perspective, spoken
Form: List



High Fibre Harry
He is the baked bean tester
And he works the graveyard shift
He isn’t very fragrant
Now I think you’ve got the drift

For he’s frequently exploding
All the people call him names
And it’s ever so important
He avoids all naked flames

His underpants bear witness
Each emission leaves a blot
But they’ll be back on tomorrow
They’re the only pair he’s got

Each Friday it’s his bath night
He lies soaking, feeling snoozy
Relaxes rectal muscles
To create his own Jacuzzi...

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© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: rectal, funny, on work and working, people, work
Form: Light Verse

Book: Shattered Sighs