Pumpkin
Pie
As
I sit and write this poem,
My butt is heaving' and a blowing',
Stinking up this bathroom stall,
I'm trying not to spray the wall,
I can't control it, I wanna die,
It must have been, that pumpkin pie.
This
original potty poem was written
and copyrighted© by Mick™
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