Dung Roaming
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[Poo and poop... same thing]
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See the little beetle how he likes to gather poop
To him a herd of elephants is something of a scoop
Some poop is firm and some is soft and if it’s what you wish
The little beetle likes to share so did you bring a dish
The little beetle likes to roam, he’s got friends everywhere
He started in South Africa, his family live there
And honestly it’s really true although it sounds preposterous
He even ate the poop fresh out of a mad rhinoceros
Next he went to Aussie land and watched a hunting man
Who had to catch his breakfast with a worn out boomerang
Our beetle had his lunch and it would soon be good to eat
He lay it on a flattened rock and left it there to heat
Once the sun had made his poop all crispy but not fried
He licked his lips, he knew it would be soft on the inside
He didn’t need to go and throw around a boomerang
He had a nice packed lunch which was a yummy poo meringue
Final stop was Britain where he found a burger bar
Oh, he said, that seems to be where all the people are
He went inside and took a seat, he didn’t need to queue
For in his plastic lunchbox he had lots of tasty poo
First he ate a squidgy bit, his fave because it’s soft
The next was one he had to crunch but something made him cough
Some crumbs stuck in his throat and a few bounced off the table
To land in the McNuggets of a lady we’ll call Mable
Now Mable had some children and they made him feel quite sick
He tried hard to ignore them as he gave his poop a lick
Those kids were so disgusting that they made him want to scream
How can they let kids in here if they’re gonna eat ice cream
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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