A Faint Hint of Brown

This chair where I penned many a piece.
For years it cushioned my rear crease.

It had soft and comfy padding for my cheeks.
But therein lay what made its influence so weak.

For if you are composing while brownly going…
You’ll set the pooet’s pen truly flowing.

So when an accidental wet fart did crown…
It was time to farewell the faint hint of brown.

Pure Pooetry

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