Danish Pastry
Something feels loose, in my caboose. Mustn’t lay brown egg, like a goose. Something wants out, maybe brown grout. It …
Pure Pooetry
Poo Battle
I’m in the thick of a poo battle. Brown trophies adorn my mantle. My fallen comrades, beneath me lay. The …
Pure Pooetry
A Morning Glory
Early morning and I’m two coffees down. It’s time for me to go lay some brown. I plant my cheeks …
Pure Pooetry
