It’s been a while since I’ve shared a story of brown.
I can happily tell you, Papa’s back in town.
My bowels are full of Christmas cheer.
This joyful mash will stink and smear.
As I sit away she goes…
It started slow but began to flow.
My Christmas log has now been born…
But I’m pretty sure my coight is torn.
It’s a poopoo cane from jolly old Saint Scatter!
This present is getting flushed without a wrapper!