Here’s a tale I won’t soon forget.
It’s about a poop I surely do regret.
It was a log of exceptional length.
Unloading it used all my strength.
And when I finished and took an eyeful.
Its horrid sight made my sanity stifle.
Its colour was normal, a glistening brown.
But it was the shape that made me frown.
It was unknown until that very moment.
When I suddenly felt ass-atonement.
As I starred downward, I tooted a rear ballad.
Horrified at the sight of this poocumber salad.