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#poo
If your mind is full with an abundance of **** plant some good thought seeds
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May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 8:47 AM UTC
Manure 💩
gags as lifts shoe full aroma of hidden present
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 5:02 AM UTC
Left Under A Leaf
Dogs have habits, you bet they do. They run and play, then eat and poo. They Sleep all day, zoom, zoom all night. They bark and bark, at something in sight. They wait at the window or wait by the door. To say hello to their people with eyes we adore. Let's go for walk, they seem to be saying. Really, oh really, that's my kind of playing! They love without boundaries, they give the same way. They are really true family and never, never betray. Without them we are lost, so much that it hurts. Pay attention to their habits, life with them, JUST WORKS. Brian Hill - 2019#42
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
K9 Habits
It wasn't the best birthday, Not that 39 is exciting anyway, But I wasn't quite prepared For what my brain threw my way today What is even the point? In turning 39? Next year Clare and I are going to Ethiopia - to sneakily go back in time ;) 38 was old enough But still not quite that bad 39 is a lot more daunting For there are no more "30's" to be had But a few days ago I met a friend Who just turned 70 last week What was even more shocking - she is still much fitter than me! Her grandson is now 17 I once taught him to bake cakes Back when I shared her house Duncan was at primary school for goodness sake! I don't know if Clare feels the same About this weird age to become Or whether as some say its just a number My 70yr old friends are forever young I have so much admiration for Clare With her determination to succeed, She does make me feel younger Although turning 39 is still **** - it must be agreed :/ But I was determined to make the best Of the last year beginning with "3" Although I dramatically failed Got dressed, panicked, then ate grapes until tea... I did let down Teresa I admire her so much too We were supposed to eat cake And how I miss our conversations about poo.. But here I still am Dressed for both Africa and the North Pole Required a walking pole to get to the pub With snow turned to ice - it wouldn't be pretty to fall... But I finished my day with a whisky A wee dram to still being 30 something A single malt Aberlour came to my rescue To compliment the huge amount of Diazepam I shall try again tomorrow Looking forward to seeing Carryn again So I officially cancelled my birthday And tomorrow I will try again But my goodness how Im so grateful To some very special friends Here in Aberdeen, Mary and Glyn are those friends My brain tortures me frequently And today we had so many plans They all went down the toilet Quite literally (!) but gladly from the right end.. So generous are my adopted family I can never be grateful enough For putting up with my panic Understanding my brain says its "had enough" It might have been a ****** birthday But I don't know where i'd have been If it were not for Glyn and Mary And their endless compassion and understanding. To all my friends - sorry for being "weird", and I really do appreciate all your kindness with all my heart.. ❤️
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
Thirty Nine Years Old
It wasn't the best birthday, Not that 39 is exciting anyway, But I wasn't quite prepared For what my brain threw my way today What is even the point? In turning 39? Next year Clare and I are going to Ethiopia - to sneakily go back in time ;) 38 was old enough But still not quite that bad 39 is a lot more daunting For there are no more "30's" to be had But a few days ago I met a friend Who just turned 70 last week What was even more shocking - she is still much fitter than me! Her grandson is now 17 I once taught him to bake cakes Back when I shared her house Duncan was at primary school for goodness sake! I don't know if Clare feels the same About this weird age to become Or whether as some say its just a number My 70yr old friends are forever young I have so much admiration for Clare With her determination to succeed, She does make me feel younger Although turning 39 is still **** - it must be agreed :/ But I was determined to make the best Of the last year beginning with "3" Although I dramatically failed Got dressed, panicked, then ate grapes until tea... I did let down Teresa I admire her so much too We were supposed to eat cake And how I miss our conversations about poo.. But here I still am Dressed for both Africa and the North Pole Required a walking pole to get to the pub With snow turned to ice - it wouldn't be pretty to fall... But I finished my day with a whisky A wee dram to still being 30 something A single malt Aberlour came to my rescue To compliment the huge amount of Diazepam I shall try again tomorrow Looking forward to seeing Carryn again So I officially cancelled my birthday And tomorrow I will try again But my goodness how Im so grateful To some very special friends Here in Aberdeen, Mary and Glyn are those friends My brain tortures me frequently And today we had so many plans They all went down the toilet Quite literally (!) but gladly from the right end.. So generous are my adopted family I can never be grateful enough For putting up with my panic Understanding my brain says its "had enough" It might have been a ****** birthday But I don't know where i'd have been If it were not for Glyn and Mary And their endless compassion and understanding. To all my friends - sorry for being "weird", and I really do appreciate all your kindness with all my heart.. ❤️
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Is it possible too **** and *** everyplace on everything?
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
A question all dogs ask themselves (10w)
I had constipation, I took a laxative, I could not sleep, I tossed and turned, Wife gave me sleeping pill. You guess what happened.
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
Guess
It drains down my pants, Issues without a warning, My diarrhoea.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
Haiku
Ahh the morning springs eternal the glorious light through cedar trees out onto the lanai, my coffee comes with me The portal slides open wide my bare feet stepping into the light right away, I could tell, something wasn't right Fore there I am, bliss fleeting from my face one foot out the door, squishing neath my toes the squirrels left me a present, wafting too my nose
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Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
Second story, from my back porch
Both are similar, Both have content matter, Both save hassles, One in communicating, The other from washing, Both have to be checked often, What is going to happen, One to see what is up, The other to check what is the pile up. What are they, "Sirs." They are Whats app and pampers.
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
What Are They
I need time, time too, relieve my behind and I need some TP to wipe me clean My mamma said, "you can't hurry poo" No, you'll just have too wait trust in your bowels no matter, how long it takes Now break! How many times, must they knock before they let me be, droppin these rocks Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on stressing and straining, until their gone My mamma said, "you can't hurry poo" No, you'll just have too wait trust in your bowels no matter, how long it takes
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Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
Can't hurry (sorry Phil Collins) Warning! Adult content, or, maybe not ;D
two ladies dressed to **** give me a shiver give me a thrill they kiss each other their mouths pink and bright tender and cruel a kiss then a bite ******* brush soft vulva's get wet hands ***** ******* drools like a pet ******* explode spasms and creams hands touching thighs sizzling dreams oh they love all candy and *** shadowed eyes lips like *** ones a slave the other her queen then they switch kiss and scream its hotter then hot a burning **** sun melting butter slits a tempest of fun doing the rumba pretty dance feet swaying hips gawd its sweet lovely behinds moving in place what i want always is ***** mouth face*
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Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
TWO LADIES
I took it to the Psychic she told me, it, knew all I took it to the Psychic she lives, just down, the hall She examined and she prodded under a ventilated hood She prodded and poked away and told me, it was good She told me I was destined the greatest poet, I will be She told me I was destined then she flung my poo, at me
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
Psychic Poo Portents
Well what can I say, he says I'm an **** I just told him he was just full of air.. But we were the closest of friends and were always found close together like pees in a pod. *"So what's the plan for today windy, "We just going to gas? or we just breathing in silence?* **"I thought you were pulling the other cheek, But all that comes out of you is crap Hahaha.....** They were always getting each other in trouble with one thing or another, if it wasn't **** holding wind in, it was **** whispering in a lift. But not so silently, more like a  tiny trumpet going off for moments at a time. There was one time were **** was letting off as usual, but he let just a little too much out, and in that moment he told **** *"That was close, I was one **** away from a poo,* **** couldn't  contain himself and amusement turned to horror as laughter had loosened both there grips. And now Mr Poo who usually went diving in the porcelain pools was now frequenting  upon both. I think I'm going to be sick said **** **** laughted and then another friend of Poo's joined the party, cleanliness was obsolete, now as it was like a food fight in close quarters. Poo slipped out to freedom down the trouser leg and "SPLAT, **** and **** stunned by poo's lack of grace. *"Could have stayed for a while,* But **** conceded that he would have just talked crap, like he did every time he popped out to see his friends. Well what could be said, a wet wipe, and **** forgot poo had even been there. But his odour still lingered gently on. **** was gassing on and **** clenched so not to expel to much laughter.. especially in enclosed areas. **** was just gassing, this duo were always going be the closest of friends.
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
**** & **** Together
Well what can I say, he says I'm an **** I just told him he was just full of air.. But we were the closest of friends and were always found close together like pees in a pod. *"So what's the plan for today windy, "We just going to gas? or we just breathing in silence?* **"I thought you were pulling the other cheek, But all that comes out of you is crap Hahaha.....** They were always getting each other in trouble with one thing or another, if it wasn't **** holding wind in, it was **** whispering in a lift. But not so silently, more like a  tiny trumpet going off for moments at a time. There was one time were **** was letting off as usual, but he let just a little too much out, and in that moment he told **** *"That was close, I was one **** away from a poo,* **** couldn't  contain himself and amusement turned to horror as laughter had loosened both there grips. And now Mr Poo who usually went diving in the porcelain pools was now frequenting  upon both. I think I'm going to be sick said **** **** laughted and then another friend of Poo's joined the party, cleanliness was obsolete, now as it was like a food fight in close quarters. Poo slipped out to freedom down the trouser leg and "SPLAT, **** and **** stunned by poo's lack of grace. *"Could have stayed for a while,* But **** conceded that he would have just talked crap, like he did every time he popped out to see his friends. Well what could be said, a wet wipe, and **** forgot poo had even been there. But his odour still lingered gently on. **** was gassing on and **** clenched so not to expel to much laughter.. especially in enclosed areas. **** was just gassing, this duo were always going be the closest of friends.
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Then it must be strong and true For love is all that matters That is unless you need a poo.
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
If it is forever (20W)
i am compelled to write poetry in much the same way as i am compelled by my bowel movements: the process, experience, and results are pretty much no different for me.
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
pressure
I hate the cold, I hate the snow I hate these lights that flash and glow, I hate mince pies they taste to sweet. I hate the fact i gain the weight as There is to much to eat. I hate to diet I like the way I am. I hate  carollers that cant even sing, I hate the thought of happiness and joy. I hate the fact that 50,s films are played On Tv is it me or do they just bore. I hate that i have no chimney. I hate the reindeer pooing on my welcome Mat, doesn,t santa know how to clear up His mess instead of me. I hate the season but the cold one the Most I hate that Christmas isnt in the Summer when I tan and enjoy it the most. I hate lots of things its clear to see, But i do love my presents that santa leaves Wrapped under my Christmas tree.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
Ba Hum Bug
*In mouth, put- choo-choo kazoo chomp chomp YUM! Mmmm MMMMMMmmm. Whosagoodbaby!? Whosagoodbaby!?* The infant hears, wondering if all adults talk this way, chuckling to himself, the ridiculousness tickling his vibrating mind looking on at the goofy giant babbling gibberish who seems oddly ecstatic to feed colorful mush. The child contemplates the intricacies of communicating the smelly in his shorts.
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
Food! Baby.
I poo how 'bout you? Are you someone that poos too? Life is but a flush
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Poo Haiku
I saw  pig wearing white fronts I looked Perplexed, Confused, Laughter, Then came out, *"Never wear white, with an **** like that"* Trotters to small to wipe, "Skids bigger than the grand canyon" Brown with white, I Gagged, Heaved, Smelling, Like crap, I just looked as it went Past, I started to follow as it Trotted along, It stopped turned "Growling at me" Woof Woof GGrrrrr... "Ok its not just me? don't pigs OINK" I stared open mouthed, fingers in ears Making sure no wax had altered the sound, "Did you just bark and growl at me" "Ok I'm now talking to a barking pig" It stared for a moment Me at it , it at me Then it clucked Cluck, Cluck, Cluck, Front trotters flapping wildly in the air, And then quiet From the white which turned more brown Now fell an egg not white You can guess what dropped upon the floor, Shaped like an egg, but smelt rotten to the core, Then it walked off on all fours, "I was puzzled" "A dog" "A chicken" "What more" "I am forever off eggs" Never seeing them the way I saw before, It trotted to a farm, A farmer I saw before my eyes Opened mouthed, hands jested towards The pig, dog, chicken thing, O you meet harry, he's special you've seen That's nothing wait and see, "Harry what do you wish to tell the gentlemen" "Dear sir" "Would you mind paying up" For what I confusingly said?? *"I'm the worlds only ventriloquist" "Porker" "Now you have experienced the show" "Now pay up" "I may be a porker, but I not stupid" "The talking is extra" What, Why, What, Is all that spilled from my mouth I handed over notes, £10 £20 £30 Mouth still open, as I walked Before I knew it at the hotel I strolled In to my room, friends standing around "What you get up too" "You'd think I was telling porkers" "Want a bacon sandwich" I look at them opened mouthed "Really" They say I was as white as a ghost "No" I replied, "I'm a vegan" Since when they asked?? "Since about thirty six minutes ago"
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
When A Pig Isn't A Pig
I saw  pig wearing white fronts I looked Perplexed, Confused, Laughter, Then came out, *"Never wear white, with an **** like that"* Trotters to small to wipe, "Skids bigger than the grand canyon" Brown with white, I Gagged, Heaved, Smelling, Like crap, I just looked as it went Past, I started to follow as it Trotted along, It stopped turned "Growling at me" Woof Woof GGrrrrr... "Ok its not just me? don't pigs OINK" I stared open mouthed, fingers in ears Making sure no wax had altered the sound, "Did you just bark and growl at me" "Ok I'm now talking to a barking pig" It stared for a moment Me at it , it at me Then it clucked Cluck, Cluck, Cluck, Front trotters flapping wildly in the air, And then quiet From the white which turned more brown Now fell an egg not white You can guess what dropped upon the floor, Shaped like an egg, but smelt rotten to the core, Then it walked off on all fours, "I was puzzled" "A dog" "A chicken" "What more" "I am forever off eggs" Never seeing them the way I saw before, It trotted to a farm, A farmer I saw before my eyes Opened mouthed, hands jested towards The pig, dog, chicken thing, O you meet harry, he's special you've seen That's nothing wait and see, "Harry what do you wish to tell the gentlemen" "Dear sir" "Would you mind paying up" For what I confusingly said?? *"I'm the worlds only ventriloquist" "Porker" "Now you have experienced the show" "Now pay up" "I may be a porker, but I not stupid" "The talking is extra" What, Why, What, Is all that spilled from my mouth I handed over notes, £10 £20 £30 Mouth still open, as I walked Before I knew it at the hotel I strolled In to my room, friends standing around "What you get up too" "You'd think I was telling porkers" "Want a bacon sandwich" I look at them opened mouthed "Really" They say I was as white as a ghost "No" I replied, "I'm a vegan" Since when they asked?? "Since about thirty six minutes ago"
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Working at a golf course, Can mostly be a bore, Nothing much to do, But admire the grass and the early morning sunlight, The smell of rabbit **** mixed with morning dew, Time doesn't fly but it's something you get used to, But at least, The boring is a peaceful one.
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
Life on a Golf course.