Ring stingA Poem by robing123456its about the surprise i had this morning
I awoke with a mild burning,
for the toilet i was yearning, out of bed with my a*s clenched tight, just getting there would be a fight. i waddled down the passageway, to make the poop that starts the day, i hurried or it would be to late, Unfortunately, i knew my fate. it spewed forth just like hot lava, destroying my brand new pyjama, i rushed right in, slammed the door, i squirted out a little more. i sat down and dropped the load, thick and dark, could tar a road, i felt as though the fires of hell, fell from my a*s and brought this smell. after an hour i felt weak, could hardly part my lips to speak, i just managed to reach the roll, wipe my a*s and flush the bowl. washed my hands and had a drink, couldnt breath through my nose - an awful stink, i was glad that it was done, but i will keep that feeling in my bum.
© 2013 robing123456Author's Note
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