Today I am rewarded
With a noisily poo.
These sounds it has hoarded
Were quite loud in the loo
Smiling, I think, of how it did seem
For my neighbor to hear
The powerful stream
That burst forth, from my rear.
Rejoice! Hearken and all that shit
For my poo has a voice
And I listens to it.
And that “s” isn’t a typo; it’s a righteous choice.