Monday begins with a mighty send
Full of odors most foul.
As it came, fast and explosive around the bend
This poo announced it’s presence with a mighty howl!
Seriously though, I wish I had a gas mask
It’s unusual to hate your own brand
But Christ, sitting here, an unpleasant task
I cannot believe the smell at hand.
Truly powerful, beyond compare.
I’ve never created such a stench
It smells of rotten foreboding and despair
Like the mustard gassed, trapped in the trench.