The Pilchard
July 10, 2008
I only managed to catch the most fleeting of glimpses of this slim poo as it exited me and immediately hid behind a double fold of tissue, but it gave the impression of a pilchard slipping out of an oily hand. He required three wipes and a safety polish, a satisfying effort which I suspect harboured much of the mild toxicity imbibed the evening prior, as I now feel thoroughly cleansed and ready for lunch.
