A Poem About Dreaming About a Poem About Poop
I dreamt about a poem about poop and struggled to remember it when I awoke
The poem was in five stanzas
The first stanza was about a particularly large poop back in maybe September
And how the toilet must have been flushed since then because we couldn’t see it in there anymore
The second and third stanzas were perhaps odes to particular poops since then
Which were probably still in there
The fourth stanza was on the wonders of the composting toilet
The fifth stanza was about how there are many rivers to cross
And how I look forward to fording all of them
Thank you so much Jeffrey for this defecatory gem. Many happy turds to you!
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