The boxer brownie bandit
Who pooped my pants?
I ask in vain what sinful man could leave this stain? There's just no way I could cause such pain and I feel it in my gut no log's been laid but no matter how I try to wash it all away
no shower in the world could cleanse my shame
Who pooped my pants?
Will I ever get a name?
A most foul expanse that's yet to be claimed I've got mud on my hands but no one to blame On this soiled path
I fear I've lost my way
So head my warning
As my trousers lay bare
To save from mourning
And for your washers care
Keep an ear out for colons storming
He could be anywhere
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