Description: A very short and spontaneous poem i did when a friend told me she needed a poo. We nicknamed the poo 'Donking Dave'.
Donking dave
it held you like a slave
as you sat down, your ass felt like it wants to rave
instead you clutched
that was a mistake
it felt like you were holding a great bit of steak
up in your pooper
it was a shooter
it hit the walls
but you sat in the stalls
all silent
as bob walked in, he said what is this stink?
2 minutes later he collapsed and hit his head on the sink
YOU ARE READING
The Stink
HumorA very short and spontaneous poem i did when a friend told me she needed a poo. We nicknamed the poo 'Donking Dave'.
