False Misgivings

Somewhat late,

I had feared

And had myself geared

Towards a poo I’d hate.

Unfounded this fear

As the poo came out nice

Carrying a hint of spice

From food made with cheer

And it should be noted

The end draws near

101 poems, ya hear!

Of poop they are coated.

And when they come out

I’m sure they’ll succeed

And profits will proceed

To cause me to poop with a shout!

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