A white translucent poo
Rose from the bowl
Defying flush
And left no marks
A face turned
And it was there
Unexpected and shocking
They all jumped, despite cliche
A darkened room
Light flashes nova
Pupils dilate in mirror
poo stares into your soul
Body floats above
virgin bed, crucifix spins
Sepulchral gurgle inspired junk
Poo collides turbo blades
Now as mist ethereal poo
Specter of malevolent pee-ew
Seeks to displace theist dog turds,
Holy shit
The newly moved to old house
Residents say 'on-s'
Poo incensed flushes loos
Slams toilet doors and flickers lights
They hold calm and
In the mirror the words
In brown appear
'Skid Marks'
They know he was
The original owner
Lay preacher a
Holy crapper
He died alone
Without cleaning
The water closet,
No one gave a shit
The smell streaked
Down stairs and
Screamed an other
Worldly fart
They raced to toilet
And scrubbed the bowl,
Air cleared and pine fragrance
Brought serenity
They placed a plaque
To commemorate Skid Marks
And all was peaceful save for
Unexplained rust on the driveway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for this interesting write, I wonder if you have tried to imagine the faces of the readers with this. A good laugh can't help thinking of the driveway. We had one on ours once but it wasn't pooh!