My Name is Bobby and I’m in 10th grade.

I don’t get this poetry stuff but here’s what I made.

Well, I knew this boy from English class.

His name was Jayce and he made me laugh.

When I saw him my heart would start pounding.

I didn’t think I’d end up being behind him.\*

So come around and sit on down

This how I took this boy to pound town.

I walked into the bathroom and to my surprise

I saw my big boy Jayce and my dick began to rise

He noticed me enter and went over to the urinal

He pulled his pants down All the way to his ankle

I let out a gasp (gasp)

I realized my task

I Had to give that ass a grasp.

ooooh I’m gonna tongue punch that fart box

ooooh I gotta big whiff of that dirty old stencher

I took you to the Stall and your already leaking

I look at your pants and i see the poop seeping

I can tell already that its gonna be stinky

pull on the drawstring and my vision gets misty.

He gives the O.K and a pull down the rest

The floor is now covered in only the best

The pants are gone but the dookie remained.

I will never forget this as my nostrils are strained.

I take a big handful and I start to consume.

The feast has begun I hope I have enough room.

It’s been a good hour and I’m almost finished

I lick my fingers as the poop has been diminished

I look up and say “I never leave a good meal unfinished.”

I Spread his cheeks and stick my head in

All of a sudden I hear the door and footsteps emerge

I realize I have no choice I have to submerge

I dive right in and it’s nice and roomy inside.

Jayce Lets out a grunt as he doubles in size.

We have become one he says to his tummy.

I hope that shit sure was Yummy.