Poop, oh poop. Your Stinky soul.
it makes Me want to climb a pole
to avoid the smell.
my Brother and friend i must tell.
you come out of a butt,
Excuse me, i need to pull out a gut.
My lungs.
to not smell the Poop.
you smell like Dirty chicken coop.
Diarrhea is just worse.
it’s like a poop curse.
it is wet too.
it’s also a lot like poop goo.
you make a plopping sound.
and that is the end of my Poem about poo.
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