It's me and you, you stinky poo.
I'm on this throne til we are through.
I push and push and bite my lip,
"get out you fucker, thou art but shit!"
One more heave, I hear "kerplunk"
And then it hit me that awful funk.
I open the window, I crack the door,
I shed a tear as I fart some more.
And just when I think the worst is over,
I swear to god I fart a clover.
"my luck has changed!" I figure out,
I hear a gurgle, round 2, another bout.
The sun has set, I've no more to poo,
I'm so hungry, I eye the shampoo.
The time has come, I've got to go,
I push the lever. Nothing. "oh no."
One twice I flush three times,
The water goes down, my poop always climbs.
And so the best part of being a father,
"who made this mess?!". " I wonder, the toddler?"
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