A Turd Treatise Revisited
To shit or not to shit
There is no question
Lest you peons forget
Here is thy lesson
How doth one compare
Dropping such a load
A gargantuan feat
That could tear one’s chode
The relief that follows
From emptying the bowel
While uttering various noises
A grunt, heave, or howl
Hail beloved feces
Diet and GI your maker
Accept our humble offering
Of Oats from the Quaker
For as there is creation
There must be release
For impaction means death
With this flush, go in peace