Ned Stinks

I know I said early morning shits were tits

And they are, most times.

But when a neighbor comes in and sits

When you’re waking up your rhymes

It’s a little distracting and puts you on edge

Because you’re unprepared for them

You’re supposed to be in deep, looking to dredge

Some wonderful funny poem from which will stem

Hilarity and nonsense to delight who knows

But it’s difficult when you’ve an unexpected neighbor

Sitting next to you with explosive poop blows

Detracting from your own intense early morning labor.

That’s all.

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