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Brown Thunder: A Viking's Tale
Brown Thunder: A Viking's Poem About Explosive Diarrhea
As we sailed throughout the night
Unaware of our coming plight
Our wide-eyed dreams of rape and plunder
Would soon be thwarted by brown thunder
We began our journey on the Sea
But no one listened to the plea
Of the woman who said, "Sire,
Don't forget to light your fire"
See, the issue with a wooden boat
T'will give you trouble - won't stay afloat
When deckhands emerge from the hatches
For little more than to play with matches
At least that t'was the attitude
Of the chief Viking, about our food
"The raw fish", he said "will taste the same"
As t'would seared by a flame
"Our Viking fathers never died
from eating fish that was not fried"
I guess the chief thought it'd be cool
To be victimized by liquid stool
When we made it to the castle walls
We wished them to be bathroom stalls
But instead of kill us, the king was gracious
He said "C'mon men, I have a spacious
Outhouse back behind the steeple"
And big it was, but listen people
The details are where the devil be
As we soon found out, he'd left no TP
And when we cleared our swollen bowels,
The men let loose shrill shreiks and howls
As we strained in pain one had to wonder
Why on earth God made chocolate thunder
And so we're getting to the end
Of this Viking's tail, my bowels will mend
Eventually, so don't let me see ya
Become the next victim of intense diarrhea.
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Comment on "Brown Thunder: A Viking's Tale"
User Comments:
DiarrheaMan on June 21, 2009
Bravo, bravo (applause)! Well done lad, whoever you are.
Larry S. on June 21, 2009
Okay, I really did laugh out loud when I read this. Nice writing!
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