Pooetry, War

Poo Battle

I’m in the thick of a poo battle.
Brown trophies adorn my mantle.

My fallen comrades, beneath me lay.
The S-bend, is their final stay.

Am I too destined for this murky, watery grave?
It’s freedom or bust, we’re no fecal slaves!

The enemy is relentless and nasty.
I shouldn’t have eaten twenty pasties.

Pure Pooetry

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