Oops, I did it again. I wrote a shit poem After drinking some gin. As long as you’re here I should let you all know, You’ve wasted your time On a poem that blows.
Don’t let it be said I’m a bastard, instead, Think of it more like this: Because you clicked Oops Before taking a poop, The best is yet to come.
For if you feel you’ll explode Unless you unload Your crap in a receptacle hole, That's exactly the feeling I get when I’m dreaming Of shit that's filthy, yet droll.