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Whilst walking down the street I heard a thunderous tweet; 'Twas a straining little bird Who couldn't pass a **** The little thing was constipated, Its **** wide dilated; Tweeting loudly in mid-bog, Trying to eject a log. I observed with sympathetic heart As it trumpeted out a **** Straining, chirping loud and long, Letting off a foul and noisome pong. I watched for nigh an hour Its display of **** power; Then a final intestinal pump Produced a huge great steaming lump: A mighty ball of faeces (a giant of its species, and total bumhole splitter which shattered its feathered *******
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
The Bird & the ****
Whilst walking down the street I heard a thunderous tweet; 'Twas a straining little bird Who couldn't pass a **** The little thing was constipated, Its **** wide dilated; Tweeting loudly in mid-bog, Trying to eject a log. I observed with sympathetic heart As it trumpeted out a **** Straining, chirping loud and long, Letting off a foul and noisome pong. I watched for nigh an hour Its display of **** power; Then a final intestinal pump Produced a huge great steaming lump: A mighty ball of faeces (a giant of its species, and total bumhole splitter which shattered its feathered *******
edna-sweetlove
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
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