This fecal mistake is such a shame.
And I have no one but myself to blame.

Must have slept too little the night before.
I awoke with my butthole feeling quite sore.

Though I dreamed such wondrous things.
Dreamed I flew through a fecal fire ring.

I was a pootector of little homeless plops.
I kept them safe in a bottle of brown slop.

So the next morning I took my usual shower.
Washing my hair and smelled something sour.

Looked at my hands, and lo and behold…
They were covered in my fecal brown gold.

Sleepwalking I must have filled the bottle with my caca goo.
And hence forth this shall be called “My Shamepoo”.