Because my hair and beard are long
It's been assumed I'm dragging through a bong
Be they "legal" or illegal drugs I avoid I have been strong
From many years ago I've enjoyed a Beatle song
I'm a proud hippy from that era so the tooth is also getting long
I'm certainly not from upper class who think their poo don't pong
My attire out of fashion between the legs or on the feet i don't don a leather thong
I like my solitude stay well away from the madding throng
I've enough time on this planet to know where I belong
Be careful with assumptions you may just end up be wrong
The witch ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ (the withered hag)
¦¦¦ wash ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ pride of Hollywood.
¦¦¦ many fall from great and good
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ doubt the likelihood.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ avoid the fate.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ die late,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ die in state.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ stock exchange your own!
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ occupy a throne,
¦¦¦¦¦ nobody ¦¦¦ call you crone.
Some ¦¦¦¦ relied ¦¦¦ what they knew;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ simply being true.
¦¦¦¦ worked for them ¦¦¦¦¦ work for you.
No memory ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ starred
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ later disregard,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the end from being hard.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ go down dignified
With ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!
(Blackout of Provide Provide by Robert Frost)
Maternal grandpa owned a car where boot lid came back and folded down
From underneath our shearing shed he'd bag up lots of sheep manure
Tied to tray on back of car , travel four hundred kilometres back to town
Would pile the poo on his suburban garden
where he grew beetroot lettuce and some corn
to water and weed this vegie patch
he would rise at break of dawn
So thank you grandpa for this mentorship
since those days, I've loaded ute, with many different kinds of poo
There's horses, goats, ducks, donkey, cow, hens and sheep
I'm not much into waste , with compost dunny, to soil, mine adds much richness too
I have many different types of fruit and lots of greens to make a meal
with world events a lack of food, maybe not too long, it could all get real
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.
spooky ghost.
hautning ghost
your mum
your mum
boo!
poopoopeepee yourself.
an enderpearl
When Kublai got a poo poo butt he would go and hide
the silly dog with his mess seem embarrassed and shy
But Genghis with his hind mess was eager for me to spy
he would trot in searching for me his eagerness beware
Wanted me to pick him up and tend to his dirty rear.
Off we go to clean him good and happy he would be
to have a clean behind made him playful indeed.
But Kublai would be missed after a little while
I would have to search and find my shy little pal.
His eyes were sad and his face long and droopy
we both knew he had a mess the little poopy
So I cleaned him up and trim there
for the old boy had quick growing hair
Than I would pick him up to hold
as he would lick my face being thankful so.
Sassy has short hair so that problem does not exist
but like Kublai the older she is the longer her hair gets
Having dogs is like having a little child
messy situations pop up but you never throw in the towel
Sometimes you want to cry but more often you laugh and smile.
Monkey Flings Poo
Monkey
Flings
Poo
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Poo Cycle
My poo cycle is
held in accordance with
Toilet Union Regulations.
Touching on the silver glow.
When you touch it,
You'll know it.
It's designed to keep
You running back.
This Spiritual snack.
Keeping you open for attack,
As you sink back into the
World, askew and absconded,
Trying to conjure
Between worried wait:
The Science of the mind
And the love we thought we'd find.
Point me towards the house I will live in.
Let me punch in the numbers and access the pin.
I've guessed wrong more times than I can count.
But beyond the hill, they say, is a silver glow
Of limitless amount.
But don't take my word for it.
A little bird turd me about it.
poo piles like ant hills
how much can a dog go poo
hit- miss with mower
I'm a lone oak tree, with a calming skill
Dogs line up for a piece of my mind thrill
They empty sins on my green
Barking poo is soil's protein
I like to talk so I accept their spill.
Aromatic, foul
Fuming scent, last night’s dinner
Reeking, stinking smells
"Crap," number 2 stool
I gotta go, discharge waste
excrement matters
10/23/23
1st Place placement in Contest
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
A Hi-Poo s e n r y u poetry contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
smooshed onto the seat rim
it looked surreal like
a Babe Ruth candy bar
you think I'm cuckoo
the smells that make me boohoo ~
gaseous poopoo
look at all that poo
its splattered all over you
didn't find the loo?
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