A Gas Hog's Revenge.

Two Porta-Potties,
will become rather naughty,
when their transporter misses the gap,
they'll both catch on the ridge
of a very strong bridge,
and explode in a shower of crap.

Woe to those who'll be stopped,
by a cascade that's slopped,
on what could have been
topped by a roof,
a convertible's fine,
when not traveling behind,
all the trappings of a comedy spoof

Much like upended buckets,
they'll dump in the breeze,
what flesh buckets once
dumped in each hole,
with a most massive purge,
what they'll hit will emerge,
from the muck like
a blind, smelly mole.

It's true that shit happens
when something folks crap in,
takes a tumble and soils the road,
I might humbly suggest,
folks avoid such a mess,
Just stay ten car lengths
back from its load.

If you like to drive right on
people's bumpers you might don
a punishment fit for the rude,
all that others once passed,
will disrupt pedals gassed,
leaving you in what
butt-holes extrude.