Mark Koplin Poet Rhyme

Potty Time

Here I sit all broken hearted.
The loo it braced, but I only farted.
My paper shivered, the walls did shake.
Those darn burritos the wife did bake.

Morning poo time come and gone.
My charmins lost but I still have brawn.
Sitting patiently there on the shelf.
Right next to Santa's little elf.

The good stuff now has sadly departed.
The hemorrhoids flare, the pain has started.
Gently and careful, I must take care.
Potty time now comes with a prayer.

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Kenneth Cheney March 23, 2020 at 9:18 PM Hey what are you doing in there? I'm a poopin and a prayin. Great write. Mark Koplin March 24, 2020 at 1:52 AM Thank you sir

Gershon Wolf March 23, 2020 at 7:17 PM Hahahaha! Pray and poop. Question: Do you pray beforehand that the experience won't be too painful --- or afterward, that your plumbing still works... or perhaps both?! (I myself pray afterward. Seriously). Best wishes, Gershon Mark Koplin March 24, 2020 at 1:51 AM and during Mark Koplin March 24, 2020 at 1:50 AM Before and after. LOL God Bless you my friend.

Jan Allison March 22, 2020 at 9:10 AM ha ha ha I love a good poop poem and this is an excellent one mark... mucky stuff hit the fan here we now have 5 confirmed cases ... all 'mild' hmmm will see what the government have to say at 4pm on their daily briefing :-( stay safe:-)hugs jan xx Mark Koplin March 22, 2020 at 9:39 AM Thanks, be mindful and safe. My son is sick I hope it's not this stupid virus