Hear cut--then runs, here come the runs,
And I spray it all night.

Little farting, then I reek, churning out the feces.
Liberal farting, then seep; it's clear it's breached my rear.
Hear cut--then runs, here come the runs,
And I spray it all night.

Sphincter's smarting, and from the log hole rolls once dinner,
Spritzer's starting, it feels like rear's been with it smeared.
Hear cut--then runs, here come the runs.
I spray; no end in sight.

Bum bass drum, hear it thrum,
Bummed! *ss run, here it comes!
Bung, bung bung, need a plug!
Runs, runs, runs, here they come
Dung unsprung clears the rug.

It's departed. I feel that nice bliss. . .no stream pelting.
It's departed I cheer two-tiered TP on rear.
Smeared some on rump; cleared off the clumps.
I had sprayed it all night,
Sprayed all night.