Saturday, August 8, 2009

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

Oh ye pooper in the potty
I must say I find it snotty,
When you leave in such a rush,
And the potty fail to flush.

So when you drop that stinky log
And put the bathroom in a fog,
You just leave for me to find
That smelly gem from your behind.

To you a wondrous thing of pride.
For me, it’s hard to see that side.
Have mercy on your dear old dad,
And flush away that brownie lad.

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