Closed Stall Doors

A Poem by Bobisnotmyuncle

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

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Added on April 7, 2023
Last Updated on April 7, 2023

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