Crappy
Writers
A
poem about potties by a literature major
Would be an affront, to their truest of nature
A respectable author would never sink so low
To write about farts and how they can blow
They crone
about sunsets so beautifully bright
Never some movement you had that same night
All must conform to what the learned half thinks
To smell their own crap, would just prove that it
stinks
They believe
in the subject, not how well it's displayed
They should ponder of silk, or how it is made
No matter the dressings, we all do the same dance
And even an artist, can mess his own pants
This
original potty poem was written
and copyrighted© by Mick™
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