As a new year comes and another year goes.
Pure Pooetry continues with the fecal flows.
Let us all welcome this year, fresh and new.
2017 will be a year stained with poo.
My wish for you, is for your best year yet.
Just don’t fall in the bowl, soggy and wet.
May you have fun with lots of happiness galore.
The pooems flowing free, but kept off the floor.
As the world celebrates with fireworks and cakes.
May you excrete volumes to fill rancid brown lakes.
And when it’s done, I wish you much love and joy.
No sneaky poo explosions like The Horse of Troy.