Sunday morning, in the U-bend, you could see him arrive,cait said:God Send?
It took me two days to shift the squater that had taken up residence in my colon and my hoop was left feeling like a battered blood orange.
I did well up with a little pride though... it took serveral flushes to shift the monster
He was nine inches long and two inches wide,
Kind of broad in the centre, narrow in the tip,
Bobbing in the bowl like a brown battleship,
He emerged from the bowels of Lady Cait,
With a fair bit of grunting' and a whole lot of pain.
He squeezed through her cheeks with fire and ash,
And into the bowl with one hell of a splash.
Well, he started his life the day before,
As a nice, juicy rumpsteak that was medium raw.
Marmite potatoes and vegetables hung him long,
And two hot cross buns made him awfully strong.
Six glasses of wine lubricated his wake,
With some added propulsion from a chocolate cake,
And the big, lumpy midriff that bumped in the bowl,
Was the seed from a kiwiwfruit she'd swallowed whole.
It took fourteen flushes to send him away,
But the skid-marks he left clung on ten days.
This wasn't the end of his journey south,
He collected eight tampons and one dead mouse.
This was Just the beginning of something' more,
There were curried prawns buried deep in his core,
They brewed that gas they run engines from,
And this floating log became an atom bomb!
Well, he snuck through a valve at the treatment shed,
Where he lurked in the chemicals 'till they ate his head,
Then with a rush of gas and an almighty bang,
The whole plant went up, and the fat lady sang.
Well, there wasn't a lot left of the site,
it was levelled to the ground by brown dynamite,
So they engraved a plaque, and upon it was writ:
"At the bottom of this sewer, lies a big, growling shit...