Crap is crap-coloured, and it smells of poo.
This poem is pointless, to a large degree,
It�s just a space-filler, written by me.
I don�t have a subject for this poetry,
So I will just ramble, for a verse or three.
I really like muffins, although it is true
That prunes do not lack in a merit or two.
Doorknobs are fun, so wond�rous and great,
Until my next doorknob, I hardly can wait.
Some are with latches; some are with locks,
Fish smell all fishy, and so too do
�docks.
Sorry, what were you thinking?
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