We haven’t penned a rhyme in quite a while.
This lack of caca-creativity really isn’t our style.
We need to find our poo-groove.
To ooze it out all runny and smooth.
And fill up the bowl with pooetry files.
We won’t let our dueces grow stale and weak.
Once again our south mouth will speak.
At least in the pooetry rhyming sense…
Our pooems will be thick and dense.
And our turtle head shall indeed peek.
This pooem is merely to incite motivation.
To urge us to make with brown creations.
We’ll chant, "Let’s go Pure Pooetry team!"
And we’ll continue to spread the brown cream.
Encouragement is in our southern location!