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Brinkmanshit (Free verse) by Stephen Robins
By gad sir, Fetch me my commode, For my bow'ls are full to brimming, I fear I must unload. D’you hear me sir? What is the delay? I have a stool to pass, I can not wait all day. I need relief ‘pon my potty, This delay is most unkind, Do you know the strain, Placed ‘pon my behind. I feel the stains amassing, I’ll rupture with the gas, ‘Less I have my thunder mug, Beneath my courtly ass. Well are you happy sir? Now my breeches have gone and split, And the floor of your shop, Is coated in my shit.

Up the ladder: letting go too much
Down the ladder: some simplicity stings.

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.0
Weighted score: 4.880797
Overall Rank: 10252
Posted: December 19, 2006 9:05 AM PST; Last modified: January 5, 2007 4:56 AM PST
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[n/a] Dental Panic @ 84.27.81.27 | 11-Jan-07/1:49 PM | Reply
To be printed as a prayer for redemption in a rest-home - imagine spending the last years of your life being constipated: it's one of the hidden tragedies of humanity.
Anyway, here's a link:
http://goodlooguide.freeservers.com/
[n/a] Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199 > Dental Panic | 12-Jan-07/12:55 AM | Reply
Thank you for your kind thoughts.
[10] Bethy @ 165.154.46.109 | 11-Jan-07/7:43 PM | Reply
LMAO....you get a "10" from my mom...and one from me too... :) Bethy
[n/a] Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199 > Bethy | 12-Jan-07/12:55 AM | Reply
Say hi to your Mum for me.
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