Closed Stall Doors

Was that the wind or a fart?

I couldn't have known, thought it a shart

To the bathroom, I walk and sway

Praying to the Gods, the poops away

Stall doors shudder in fear

stomach cries, for more poop is near

The winds howl and cheer

thudding all that hears

consistency soft and gooey like Playdoh

winds have gathered and formed a tornado

was that the wind or a fart?

I couldn't have known, thought it a shart

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

A very wet one… flush that goo away and open the widows wide, lend those smells no place to hide!