Today is Chinese Poo Year. You think I’m lying but I’m sincere.

It’s celebrated with giant fudge dragons. People usually carry them but sometimes they use wagons.

These dragons look quiet ferocious, and always smell quite atrocious.

Long and brown and very slimy, breathing fire and very spiny.

They come for peace but are ready for war. When on the toilet you can hear them roar.

We celebrate with a poorade, all our enemies they have slayed.

So great joy is Chinese Poo Year, the only day our coights do fear.