First thing in the morning what do I do?
Why, go to the toilet and take a poo!

Where am I taking it you foolishly ask.
Directly in the sun where it can bask!

It’s steamy and fresh and aroma is strong.
Much like the coffee in which it sprung from.

Of course, a few farts escape beforehand.
I’d be lying if I said it was something I planned.

And with a wipe and a flush, I’m done for now.
But I’ll be back with loads more later, and how!

Pure Pooetry

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