Fresh Nipples

As I stare at my fresh nipples,
I cannot resist a cheeky tickle,
When this happens my flesh ripples,
This only causes the pleasure to triple,

Spectacular texture, an elegant lump,
As I run my finger over those bumps,
They're inflatable too, if you have a pump,
But this sensation encourages a dump,

I'm pinching a loaf, releasing the stool,
Using techniques they don't teach you at school,
Watching the brown canoe fall like a tool,
Dropping those gravy kids off at the pool,

We're reaching the end of this eventful tale,
With nipples like braille, and feces like whales,
I hope you enjoyed it, if not I have failed,
By the way, there is nipples and poop up for sale.