14 Jun 2008
The Little Brown What Would Not Flush
As a right amount of furious clamor from prior postings have determined: most of you Earth lubbers seem well abashed of the art of Captain Drew’s pirate planet, namely Poop Poetry. As such, I shall be hiding the bulk of my latest treasure beneath the cut. So, if you be not sure that you’ve an ear for the high art of the space pirates, take in just a sample of this latest masterpiece. If you love it, click on through for the rest. Me? I be flush with success.
a pram by Captain Drew
I have a poop which will not flush
no matter what I do
It peers at me from ‘neath the ledge
whatever shall I do?
I flush
it goes
I turn around
it pops back in again
Three times around
it flushed
it crowned
I don’t know what to do
it won’t go down
this cheeky brown
I’m coming quite unglued
perhaps this thing
this little turd
is not just mocking me
what if
it’s scared
and lonely now
of going off alone
I would be too
like my lil’ poo
a lingerer ‘pon the door
to that dark world
of flush and swirl
of gurgles’ skirled
of whash and glarf and sklow!
to break
my fast
I must rush now
an errand I must fill
to make
that turd
a friend (a pal!)
of matching poopy gird
to go
to town
through sewers down
alone
it shall not be
alright
my task
is simple now
what shall I eat at tea?
Posted by Disbandedtoaster on 14.06.08 at 11:22 am
There’s one more thing you need to add to make your poopy poem perfect.
“When did I eat corn?”
Posted by drew on 14.06.08 at 11:22 am
Ah, how’ve you been reading me new stuff??!!
It hasn’t even come out yet!!