With the end in sight
My colon, I suspect, knows
And so I sit yet again and fight
To push out the second, poop foes.
I’ve expressed before, my displeasure
At pooping twice in one day
And I don’t exactly know how to measure
The increase to what I’ll pay.
But I do say this:
I’d rather poop, than piss
On my neighbor,
For the labor.