There once was a poo,
A whoozy of a poozy
He lived down under
The sewers filled with goo
But he wasnt always there
He once was a hamburger
So tastey and fair
Until one day he was eaten
None of him left to spare
He travel down da path
The path goes no one to dare
And after 1 hour or so he dunked into the deep dirty blue
He feared his journey ahead
waited for the worst
But realized he had run into a proodeciament
A whoozy of a poozy
A gush in the flush
A stank in the banks
He wiggled and jiggled
Poor poozy was stuck
But at last a noise sent from above
Flushed flushed he went
Finally free and unclogged
He flew through the roller coaster of pipes
To discover his true destiny
Down under in sew land where
All da lil poos lived
He found a home there
All snug as a bug
And poo lived there happily ever after
Never to become a meal again.
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A Woozy of A Poozy
AdventureDis poem is dedicated to all da poos out there and all their ups and downs.
