Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Tags
#stools
To the tune of the song "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel Verse 1 Hello toilet, my old friend I've come to **** in you again I've been waiting for a great while This time I'm going the ex-tra mile With a force that few have ever known Will power alone I'm taking...the poop...GINORMOUS Verse 2 In struggling feels I might pass out There is much sweat upon my brows And a straining-pushing as such Upon a mountain where lightning struck Where I felt the challenge Seemed beyond my strength What it might take Attempting...the poop...GINORMOUS Verse 3 And in the end I can now feel This force of nature makes me reel Pushing a boulder that may not pass Pushing a stone with such great mass Making a log of the greatest immense size Yes-in all my life As this was...the poop...GINORMOUS Verse 4 By my word-I feel-that this is it Upon this toilet throne I sit Feeling like an explosion from inside With no place in my mind left to hide And the size-like a moose now giving birth The enormous poop...GINORMOUS Verse 5 And my goal it now seems in sight I give it all with all my might In a strange vision this very moment As this an unreal bowel movement And soon I feel: Like the clear shaking in the earth That as making n' breaking waves I'm stunned and dazed From taking...the poop...GINORMOUS
0
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
alan-s-bailey
The **** Ginormous
To the tune of the song "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel Verse 1 Hello toilet, my old friend I've come to **** in you again I've been waiting for a great while This time I'm going the ex-tra mile With a force that few have ever known Will power alone I'm taking...the poop...GINORMOUS Verse 2 In struggling feels I might pass out There is much sweat upon my brows And a straining-pushing as such Upon a mountain where lightning struck Where I felt the challenge Seemed beyond my strength What it might take Attempting...the poop...GINORMOUS Verse 3 And in the end I can now feel This force of nature makes me reel Pushing a boulder that may not pass Pushing a stone with such great mass Making a log of the greatest immense size Yes-in all my life As this was...the poop...GINORMOUS Verse 4 By my word-I feel-that this is it Upon this toilet throne I sit Feeling like an explosion from inside With no place in my mind left to hide And the size-like a moose now giving birth The enormous poop...GINORMOUS Verse 5 And my goal it now seems in sight I give it all with all my might In a strange vision this very moment As this an unreal bowel movement And soon I feel: Like the clear shaking in the earth That as making n' breaking waves I'm stunned and dazed From taking...the poop...GINORMOUS
Continue reading...
43
Outstretch the air— Carved by colours Sprinkle the wide— Singing Vikings! Cargo Ships,— Route Inclining! The ignited Flags of Statutes, Hailing and burying,— Bonkers in buckets; Hoops and loops,— with Claps of Needles— To strike the Base— To No Vent Whilst the other Mesh— huddle its tent. What brings the Majors to this Event?— ‘Tis the dignified— that lined Straight Heads Appointed the triggers— with earnest tests “All of thee must mark thy honor— Shield each and other’s posts,— And smash the Alien’s Bowl!” The oath—which we left— the Dolphins behind The Tails that rekindle— lullabies from baggages; Tailors saluting the servants' urges, That caused the immunity to separate. Incoming visitors— Driving the lenses to enlarge— With Crossed Arms,— Convey the welcome— of Slashed orders Recipes to pull— the Colon’s Stools;— Both to be ambitious As Tenures of Patron’s Troops. A leg for a leg!— A tank for a tank! Let me sniff the organs in thy chambers— To perform the drills— of thy cranes, And later,— block thy Meteorites,— For our Projectiles to flee! Show the Main Lands— Thy Powers! The faith of Hawk Chess— Whence the heroes— throw their protests Disseating Kings and Queens— That envied the Scores of Ages,— And snapped the systems,— Celebrating the Disorders of Victories Whether mine or thine— We cut the strings Whence the Prerogatives— Laugh at the Quakes..
0
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
fheyra
"Country— Quakes"
Outstretch the air— Carved by colours Sprinkle the wide— Singing Vikings! Cargo Ships,— Route Inclining! The ignited Flags of Statutes, Hailing and burying,— Bonkers in buckets; Hoops and loops,— with Claps of Needles— To strike the Base— To No Vent Whilst the other Mesh— huddle its tent. What brings the Majors to this Event?— ‘Tis the dignified— that lined Straight Heads Appointed the triggers— with earnest tests “All of thee must mark thy honor— Shield each and other’s posts,— And smash the Alien’s Bowl!” The oath—which we left— the Dolphins behind The Tails that rekindle— lullabies from baggages; Tailors saluting the servants' urges, That caused the immunity to separate. Incoming visitors— Driving the lenses to enlarge— With Crossed Arms,— Convey the welcome— of Slashed orders Recipes to pull— the Colon’s Stools;— Both to be ambitious As Tenures of Patron’s Troops. A leg for a leg!— A tank for a tank! Let me sniff the organs in thy chambers— To perform the drills— of thy cranes, And later,— block thy Meteorites,— For our Projectiles to flee! Show the Main Lands— Thy Powers! The faith of Hawk Chess— Whence the heroes— throw their protests Disseating Kings and Queens— That envied the Scores of Ages,— And snapped the systems,— Celebrating the Disorders of Victories Whether mine or thine— We cut the strings Whence the Prerogatives— Laugh at the Quakes..
Continue reading...
37