It sits and waits
Beneath toilet seats;
This legend of feces
And green faces
Pulling unsuspecting children into
Disturbingly dank, dark spaces.
Covered in slime
you don't want to know where from
There it resides,
Waiting until the time
[the smell]
Is ripe
Before it comes.
It has no teeth now,
But when it did,
They were rotten and brown;
And it's body's almost
Completely round,
Green and gooey;
And it only hides where
It's smell can be disguised.
And when you perch
Upon the seat,
Take good care that
You don't meet
[it's eyes]
Or scream
And step on it's feet
Because your fate
Would be quickly sealed
And you'd be dead meat
Instead,
Watch your tiny booty
And the outhouses you frequent
In the woods
While you're camping,
[if the smell's not too decent.]













Comments
Score one, inspiration?
It started with us doing a story like they do around the campfire, when one person starts it and each person after adds a little more to the story until it's over. It was silly and fun and I had to do it lol
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Well, if you had to do it, hahaha.
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Absolutely! If I didn't spread the story of the Green Poo Monster, who would?
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hehe...
Alert the internet!
Just beware dear boy... beware the monster made of poo!
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