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.