Friday poops are not the best!
Friday poops are but a test!
To see if you can make it through
And get’er done, this dumping of a poo!
I wish I had the chance to play
Like we used to, in recess back in the day
But now I must work and hustle
“Why Kate? You’re not wearing a bustle.”
Doc Holiday, Tombstone. Great flick.
But now the clock is sounding its tock, tick
Which kind of sounds like dirty words…
Of which I know and use for my turds.
This poem had gone off the rails!
And from it, nothing good hails
But a promise to return and do better
With a poop that’s gooey and wetter!