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After being amply lathered
from head to toe, aye
ya eye ya eye ya eye,
and without fail
(gluteus maximus
unloads a dump,
as predictably happens
like clockwork orange
after washing off suds),
this nada so grand poo ba
drops ship
capsizing sinkers
(hefty waste ballast
causing sea level
to rise), this aint
"NOT FAKE"
just ask Cap'n Bligh
sitting athwart
the poop deck
i.e. christened
"Porcelain Goddess"
well nar did die
after being privy
seeing yours truly
exit the
water closet did espy
a much relieved
rearinga nine guy,
which also earned me,
the nick name "Rump,"
not evident,
via friendly
customary wave
conveyed expediting,
(viz nonverbally)
business cheekily
dreck eliminated
eh, the
formality establishment,
sans customary "hi"
whereupon
without any waste I
sought
to secure these
weather beaten
lovely bones of mine
preparatory
to a tidal wave,
thus refuge sought
behind (a replica),
sans Bridge
over the River Kwai
after moving
ma bowels, no lie,
which predict
able tsunami
predicated on my
humungous substantial
rectal dis
charge well nigh
generating threatening
rip snorting currents
impossible mission
e'en ex spurt
semen to ply
especially, flush
with panic (a bum er,
but mandatory duty)
when lookout scout,
(an E Medic) didst spy
an immense
wall of water, aye yai yai!
