Poolitical: Part V
by DG • April 23, 2012 • Pure Pooetry • 0 Comments
To me, freedom means being able to use the john whenever poossible, and most frequently. – Queen Elizabeth II, The Gettysburg Address
Read more →To me, freedom means being able to use the john whenever poossible, and most frequently. – Queen Elizabeth II, The Gettysburg Address
Read more →Pooing is worth dying for, because it’s the most bowel-deepened honorable form of government ever devised by man. – Roid Reagan, Autobography: Sunshine For The Stainless Porcelain
Read more →Si vis ad poo, praeparant brunnea. (If you wish for pooce, poopare for brown). – Pubicus Flavouris Vagenius Rectanus
Read more →Storming the porcelain, I’m armed to the teeth. Nostrils raised, I detected something beneath. My goal, it’s lackluster shine is stained. I release a forced groan, I am pained. My kaka-canary alerts me of danger. Surging ahead, I approach the dangler. Though weighted heavily, it will not budge. With a deep breath I grasp...
Read more →A government of the poopie, by the poopie, for the poopie. – Abraham Lincolon Credit to Jay-Jay Bobbin’ For Poo Jones
Read more →This is a tale from the dark brown depths of my past. It is about a man who did things leaving me feeling aghast. Years ago I had a summer job as a plumber. My partner was this very man, oh it was a bummer! While on the job replacing kitchen sink pipes, He...
Read more →I decided to build a mighty rocket, Just around the corner of my pocket. I started fueling it earlier in the week, Cabbage, cheese, bacon, eggs, and leaks. Though it required that extra boost, The final ingredient: baked beans on toast. My sights were set high, I want to penetrate the sky! The day...
Read more →Many moons ago Crazy Reg and Super Doodle visited the small village of Pouce Coupe, located in Northern British Columbia, Canada. It was a pooceful town that encouraged much of their inturdrests. Much like the town’s name, CR and SD were able to partake in many of the village activities that have become fair...
Read more →And on the turd day, the creator said ‘let there be shit’ and it was done, and the shit was good… And the creator was pleased. Credit to Jay-Jay Bobbin’ For Poo Jones
Read more →… I retrieved the brown locust from it’s cocoon and spread it over my sandwich. I feasted on the sandwich, with dribblings flowing down my chin like chocolate fudge over a pink sundae. ‘Ahhh, it’s POO TIME’ I screamed in the men’s toilets with such force that I popped a shirt button. I heard...
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