2017, You Little…

Oh 2017, you beautiful New Year

I sat already once and hoped you’d hear

The poo crying for help inside my butt

You tricked me though, with farts that cut

And made me leave unsatisfied and wanting

With thoughts of constipation, most haunting

But then you made it clear

That I would indeed, poo this year!

And so here I sit upon my throne

A Duke and poet, trying to hone

Both my skill with the word

And the passing of the turd.

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