For he must lighten up his load.
Innards heavy from the day,
A brown egg bomb this hen will lay.
Greasy tacos take their toll,
As eager cheeks consume the bowl.
For one brief moment he's at peace,
Waiting for the big release.
Minutes pass and so does gas.
Pain starts building in his ass.
Then his insides start to churn,
Stomach pain begins to burn.
He is ready for the worst.
Suddenly, the damn has burst,
Like lava flowing from his rear.
He prays the end is almost near.
Writhing there upon the pot,
Excreting every thing he's got.
Sounds and odors never known,
Make him wince and curse and moan.
A second squeeze unleashes death,
Stinking worse than Satan's breath.
Trapped inside his fecal hell,
He flushes once to clear the smell.
Here it comes, the second wave.
He prays the Lord his butt to save!
One last push should do the trick.
And rid him from this mess and sick.
He shuts his eyes and strains his brow.
For he must end it here and now.
Then a surge of rectal clout,
That Zeus himself could never spout!
Spewing forth from in his bowels,
(Careful not to splash the towels.)
Out it comes -- a chocolate river!
Then, a sigh and tiny shiver.
The pain is gone. The bowl is filled.
One more drop and it'd be spilled.
The ordeal's over. Now he's tired
From the torment just transpired.
Before he can get out of there,
He must wipe clean his derri�re.
Standing, though his knees are weak,
He turns around to take a peak.
The toilet's dark. The air is ripe,
It's time to leave, so he must wipe.
But now he'll face the toughest issue,
For he is out of toilet tissue.