A BOXING DAY POOEM.
You sit upon the toilet with everything prepared, you're feeling quite excited but a little bloody scared!
That huge amount of Christmas nosh has turned into a log and now the fateful time has come to flush it down the bog!
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.
But oh my god, its bloody huge, its like you're giving birth! You sweat and push and swear and shake and strain for all you're worth.
And then the magic moment comes that fills your soul with cheer, a turd the size of King Kongs arm emerges from your rear.
And like a bomb it hits the pan thus lightening your mood, and making room inside your guts for lots more christmas food!!
Happy Christmas.
