I poo.
While I poo, I think of you.
I think of you and what you knew.
How’d you find out that I grew?
Maybe it was through your stew,
But that wouldn’t explain how you knew.
Perhaps it was that frosty brew?
I did have some (more than a few),
But really, did I give that much of a clue?
Well, oh well, what can you do?
I know – I’ll just continue to poo!
Poem: I Poo
