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Papa Poosepi When Nature Called

So there I was all comfy in bed…
When nature called and wanted to be fed.

Typical for when I want to sleep in…
Boy, I tell you my pootience grew thin.

So I got up to make nature something to eat…
I thought, “a big bowl of pooridge, ah, what a treat.”

Off to the throne to prepare his feast.
To satisfy the hunger of the horrible beast.

Fluffy dabs so golden so brown…
And then some anal syrup and flushed it down.

Pure Pooetry

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