I’ll keep this short and sweet.
Unlike my brown dessert treat.

We have a new section or two.
As you’d expect it’s related to poo!

But first, Pooems are Pooetry now.
Scent is the same, like a brown cow.

Long winded passages of Prose grow stale.
So we call them Poose, dumped in a pale.

And lastly we have a Haiku for one and all.
Read the Hai-Poo, then splat it on the wall.