At the break of dawn, I break wind…
Bowel tells me soon I’ll have sinned.

So here’s a shit I take.
My squishy brown snake.

Skip breakfast, it’s time for turds…
And squeeze out some rhyming words.

Do you need a toupee?
Use my lumpy poop, eh.

How about a moustache?
I’m having a brown bash.

Are you feeling a bit chilly?
This steamer is toasty, really!

Time for some supper.
Catch my cheek’s splutter.

And now it’s off to bed.
Into sickly sheets, I spread.