Such a sickening display…
As I lay brown bricks of clay.
I’ve decided to build a hut.
Made entirely from my gut.
I start with the toilet doorway.

But I’m getting back to nature.
Constructing from my rear crater.
I’m oozing out the shit bricks.
They come out quite slick.
I’m the doodoo-decorator.

As the sun sets my mud dries hard.
It stands proud, a product of my lard.
The structure is nice and solid.
Even though it smells squalid.
Now my nose is forever scarred.