Thar, Me Colon, She Blows

How about a pirate's tale?

My poop sinks through piss-soaked water until it rests in the porcelain deep.

A worser smell you'll never find, so this record, my friend, ye should keep.

For tis a tall tale this stench, it does create, from the mouth of any talker.

'Cause its closest comparison can only be found in the bathroom at Davey Jones' locker.