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Poo Pants

Poo Pants lived in a rock,
and was all out of TP and socks.
So Poo Pants went off to the store,
but ran into the girl he adored.
She asked what was wrong,
but he ran away,
for he had nothing to say;
too bad it was mud all along.

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