Ode To Jan - Queen of Poop
Jan's humourous submissions
About human emissions
Are tastefully turned into verses.
If we suffered those things
That digestion brings
We'd need lost of visits from nurses.
Now Jan's let us know
That we all have to go
And she don't mean to heaven or hell
But places at home
Where we sit on our throne
And hope that we don't leave a smell.
If you took Jan apart
You will find a big heart
She humours us with every caper
I can't put down more,
As it's been quite a chore
To write this on clean toilet paper.
Copyright © Ray Gridley | Year Posted 2017
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