Wordplay

Somewhat greasy, mostly foul

I poop today and mind the bowl

The smell, it echoes like a howl

Frightening as easy as a newborn foal.

 

Dissipates, gone and can’t be found.

Grateful though, for I was not fond

But I am less, by at least a pound

Evidence beneath me in the little brown pond.

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