Even Shit Can Hold Court for Three Minutes...

I entered the loo. Dropped my trousers. Laid a turd. Nothing special there. I caught a glimpse of that turd between my legs, and it was a good turd. I say good, it was interesting; it bobbed one end up in the water. My glistening, light reflecting, shiny turd. I decided to study it further and I examined every minutia of its compact muscular body, its textures, colours. How it held together. The waste in the bowl in front, and just below of me, was good looking. My turd held my interest for a full three minutes.