Roses are red, violets are blue.
I’m off to the toilet to do a shit.
Poo time now cos I ate too many leaks.
So legs apart, I spread my buttocks.
Cheeks are planted with a slap.
Now I commence the royal dump.
Crap oozes out, it’s an enormous log.
Why can’t I rhyme this stinky turd.
Bog as hard as I can, as hard as I might.
I just can’t get this pooem to take off.
Flight of the fecal, watch this poo soar high.
Worst pooem ever, I’m gonna have a sob.
These rhymes stink like my brown disposes.
I wish instead I could smell red flowers.