Welcome to TimPoopoopants Poetry Blog

Welcome to TimPoopoopants, a place where words dance and emotions flow. Join us in the enchanting world of poetry and discover the beauty of expression through verse.

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Tim had pants as white as snow,
A crisp, clean pair with fashion glow.
He strutted proud, all fresh and neat—
A runway king on city street.
But oh, one day, while on the run,
A silent fart betrayed the sun.
What should have been a quiet breeze
Turned into something… less than ease.
He paused. He blinked. He felt a chill.
Then came the dread. Then came the spill.
A shadow bloomed from rear to seam—
A brownish badge, a fading dream.
Those pants, once pure, now told a tale,
Of diet fails and fiber’s frail.
The people stared, the pigeons fled,
One toddler pointed, “Look! He bled!”
But Tim, he owned it, marched with flair,
A man, a legend, with stained derriere.
And now the lore is passed around:
"Beware white pants, and tummy sounds."
Want to add a happy ending where Tim becomes famous for a fashion trend?

 

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