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.

Pure Pooetry

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