Another Saturday morning poo.
I’m trying to release brown glue.

But the tiled floor is a lil chilly.
And the poo is acting a bit silly.

Because the temperature is cold.
This poo isn’t feeling too bold.

He wants to stay where it’s warm.
Clinging fast in his fleshy dorm.

With force I blast the lil guy out.
He stubbornly screams and shouts.

"You’re evicted!" I finally exclaim!
He drops out and writhes in pain.

I flush him and whisper "I’m sorry."
Would he forgive me, that stubborn borry?