There was a traffic jam from deep within.
A massive pile-up waiting for the fecal bin.
No matter how hard I pushed it just wouldn’t move.
This turd was refusing to find it’s groove.
So I thought about it and sounded the horn.
Then by some log he gave me the corn.
Such an offensive deed to the undeserving.
I needed to give this turd a real good purging.
So with pedal to the metal, I gave it the gas.
And with a mighty backfire, it sped out of my ass.