It's been a while since I've laid one down,
a Poopie Poem while in doodie town.
But as I sit with my pants dropped low,
I push and push and just can't go.
I scratch my head not once but twice,
praying soon the poop will.begin to slice.
I almost give up cuz I just can't go,
but will a man like Me give up, hell no.
So one more push with all my might,
the force is like a punch in Tyson-Holyfield fight.
All the struggle isn't for waste,
cuz the floodgates open and I'm like a Ass full of doodie toothpaste.
A chocolate carvel is piling down below,
man I didn't realize how bad I had to go.
The ending to my doodie tale is now here,
the morale of the tale is a strong push should not be a fear.