You sit upon the toilet,Â
With everything prepared,
You're feeling quite excited but,
A little bloody scared!
Â
That huge amount of Christmas nosh,
Has turned into a log,
And now the fateful time has come,
To flush it down the bog!
Â
But first you must expel the beast,
And so you start to strain,
You bite down on a piece of wood,
To take away the pain!
Â
Bit of my God, it's bloody huge,
It's like you're giving birth!
You sweat and push and swear and shake,
And strain for all you're worth.
Â
And then that magic moment comes,
That fills your soul with cheer,
A turd the size of King Kong's arm,
Emerges from your rear.
Â
And like a bomb it hits the pan,
Thus lightening your mood,
And making room inside your guts,
For lots more Christmas food!
With everything prepared,
You're feeling quite excited but,
A little bloody scared!
Â
That huge amount of Christmas nosh,
Has turned into a log,
And now the fateful time has come,
To flush it down the bog!
Â
But first you must expel the beast,
And so you start to strain,
You bite down on a piece of wood,
To take away the pain!
Â
Bit of my God, it's bloody huge,
It's like you're giving birth!
You sweat and push and swear and shake,
And strain for all you're worth.
Â
And then that magic moment comes,
That fills your soul with cheer,
A turd the size of King Kong's arm,
Emerges from your rear.
Â
And like a bomb it hits the pan,
Thus lightening your mood,
And making room inside your guts,
For lots more Christmas food!


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orry:
 Sorted and on the Road MickÂ
 
