It was a gloomy evening that I spied out my window,
Nothing but rain as my turtle head appeared below.
Street lamps flickered on and set a brooding mood,
The urge inside rose and soon I will have poo’d.
The soft sound of pitter-patter droplets filled my ears,
Soon I’d be filling the porcelain from my rears.
Sensation increasing I was now touching cloth,
My cheeks were rumbling with brown froth.
I got to the loo just in the nick of time,
My poo oozed forth leaving a stained grime.
Peace at last on this dark brown ambient evening,
I was at ease but the toilet bowl was grieving.
This pooem reminds me of a brown raven you once knew,
Well known by a famous pooet, Edgar Allan Poo.