I sit on the throne and begin to wonder.
It’s been a while for a pooem about brown thunder.

Being busy and having no time is no excuse.
I can still write, while I pass brown in recluse.

Lucky for me this one’s an easy session.
No damage done, I won’t need a concession.

And so I concede, more pooems must be written.
I mean really, what else would I do as I’m shittin’?