Pooetry, War

Lest We Forget

My poo filled bowels began to rumble and then my turds began to tumble.

One by one they entered the water. Starting off this defecation slaughter.

Log after log made their splash. The soldiers of poo began to clash.

The battle was furious thanks to my derrière. So many casualties, not one log was sparred.

The battlefield was filled with a lot of mud. Not to mention all the soldiers blood.

A price was paid today in this war that was wet. For every soldier lost… lest we forget.

Pure Pooetry

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