poop

a poem about a subject i was asked to write a poem on..i dedicate it to my brother

              Poop

all on earth will have to do it
occasionally we all have to sit
its sometimes soft, flows with ease
and often smells like rotten cheese

sometimes it runs and runs and runs
or maybe just sticks to your buns
sooner or later you'll take your turn
and join all who have felt the burn

there will be times when you cant go
and that is when the farts will flow
but keep pushing and you will win
thats will you'll plop out a "dannoden"