Scattle Muster

Upon the seat I did straddle, while rounding up the cattle.

Not the type that goes moo, I’m talking stinky and brown that’s right it’s poo.

Grunts and groans could be heard, while I mustered up the herd.

I pushed and pushed and pushed some more, until all the cattle went out the back door.

Pure Pooetry

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