Turd

In the tall grass, among dead autumn leaves
sits a brown mass
on which a dog pees.
I thought it was a dead bird
but closer scrutiny
revealed it was a turd.
My face grew ashen, my knees trembled
as if hid a serpent in the bushy bramble.
I looked around to see who the culprit be
and all this while the dog continued to pee.
It reaked fetid and foul,worst than a year old ham.
Ah! Such stink could only be left of a man.
I swore upon St Diego that I'd hunt
dawn to dusk
for the culprit whose
ass I would fuck!

Years had passed.
The turd had long since disappeared.
On my face had sprouted
a most unruly beard.
I wanted to give up,
the search seem'd futile,
then I saw
something that got
me all riled.
That filthy beast was in the midst,
of depositing a turd in winter mist.
I crept up behind him and unsheathed my pole of solid Brass.
And with all my strength
rammed up right up his Arse.

Needless to say, he has seized turd-laying since
that day.
Curious though, last I heard, he's gay.

-by Garry 'agree-not' Johal