Short Poo Poems
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Here I sit left broken hearted
All alone because I farted
I am not an a$$
I just had some gas
One last push and then I sharted
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.
spooky ghost.
hautning ghost
your mum
your mum
boo!
poopoopeepee yourself.
an enderpearl
the loos crystal clean
but where the Cabinet meets
stench of corruption
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I don’t know much about cat poo
Except they are not good to chew
Don’t eat a bite
You might excite
The dog who would enjoy a few
Russell Sivey
There was a baby, brand new,
But the father was scared of his poo,
So the father departed,
The mother then started
To clean up the brown baby goo!
It was an awful thing to do
Drop an SBD in the pew
Then cast a glance
As if by chance
That said “oh, God, was that you?”
John G. Lawless
©6/21/2023
Donald Trump was counting his toes
(Which never once smelled like a rose)
The Devil appeared
And just as he feared
Nothing grew as fast as Trump's nose!
There is a famous bear by name of Poo
Without daily honey what would he do ~
He might become lazy
Or even go crazy ~
Losing a few pounds is an option too
As you see we have no Febreze
Butt cover your smell if you please
Just spritz three or four times
Then release by design
and the next person won't say "Jeeze!"
I have the outhouse in view
I had grandma’s squirrel stew
Dessert was a tart
I will not dare fart
I will sit in my own pew
*in honor of Jan's Birthday tomorrow*
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So I cough out loud when a blast is due
poo technology
removes the gas emissions -
smells as chocolate
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.
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So you cough out loud when a blast is due
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So you cough out loud when a blast is due
I once had a butler so dapper
He had but a slight stutter
On the grounds we once walked
To find treasure of sorts
Wh.. wh.. he stuttered
I know I countered
Then why'd you step on it
He questioned
Listen up people, gonna finally let you in
On my unfailing method of keeping trim
Starve all day long
Cept for dandelions from the lawn
In a yucky stew filled with artichokes to the brim
Listen up people, gonna finally let you in
On my unfailing method of keeping trim
Starve all day long
Cept for dandelions from the lawn
In a yucky stew filled with artichokes to the brim
Listen up people, gonna finally let you in
On my unfailing method of keeping trim
Starve all day long
Cept for dandelions from my lawn
In a yucky stew filled with artichokes to the brim
Poo Poo Platter
Five dogs in a yard is a tight fit
when you’re bending over to scoop it
the gag reflex triggered
much sooner than figured
thus adding a lunch to the poo pit
John G. Lawless
5/13/2015
C'mon up, JJ with wifey-poo, Canada is waiting
Need people like youse, I envision your visitation
Of course to the east
Come visit this beast
So when can I expect you, it's an open invitation
~ aunt Jan baby sited young niece diaper full brother fed her Exlax™
1st Place Placement in Contest
For Tease a Friend Poetry Monoku Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May
2/2/21
A Fun joyous wit dedicated to Jan Allison
What kind of Christmas would this be.
I fell asleep while decorating the tree.
Santa woke me with a smile.
He said, "It's been a long while"
Then dumped Rudolph's dung on me!
*For Francine Roberts Christmas contest.
"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
Poo Pants lived in a rock,
and was all out of TP and socks.
So Poo Pants went off to the store,
but ran into the girl he adored.
She asked what was wrong,
but he ran away,
for he had nothing to say;
too bad it was mud all along.