A Doozy of a Xmas Deucy

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!

Pure Pooetry

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