Ever wondered where you food goes? Is this a down part?
Am I off to the sea? Caught in a u-bend, no escape from the
lavatory. You unbutton your flies, take down your strides and
squeeze. I’m one of your poos, I can be many things. Short
and fat, long and thin, curled up like an onion ring. If you’ve
wondered where your food goes, it’s digested and pooed out.
As me. And me. Ever wondered where you food goes?