Out came a rancid brown slaw.
And with it a stink I deplore.
This afternoon’s expelling of sour mash…
Was exactly that, and stunk like trash.
Twas time to wipe away this doodoo disgrace.
Get it out from this asshole’s face.
But when I went to wipe away this vile goo.
It became apparent it was not a solid poo.
Oh no, I just created a heinous smearing.
When all I wanted was a poop-free clearing.
The mass was oozy and poozy, quite a doo-doozy.
But now a smear and I’m feeling sick and woozy.