I’m running dangerously low on pooetry fuel.
Without it I cannot produce rhymes about stool.

The lack of poopy rhymes is a nagging doubt.
The evidence is the absence of brown sauerkraut.

I am having zero success getting my caffeine fix.
It’s like baking a chocolate cake without the cake mix.

So I squeeze out a short pooem, words of brown art.
But all that comes out is this dusty brown fart.