My Poem About Poo
Hark!
Does thou hearest noise from Hades?
Whose depths moist and dark dost heave
Tis a product of thy luncheon
Aye the soup last Tuesday eve!
Tis the ancient muddy missile
A brown beast most cruel and vile
Tis the giant whale which breaches
Salted corn and chowder piles
Aye the Poo awakens promptly
Plunging ‘neath a fecal brine
Sinking fast unto a graveyard
Whilst thy derriere resigns
Neither man nor beast oppose it
Nor do god or wraith dare try
For thine Poo remains forever
Til the handle one does pry
Drag this loathsome creature downward
Drown the devil thou hast born
Fell thine wicked earthen fetus
Through the porcelain so sworn
Johnathan Foster is a troubled human creature trapped in a cocoon of nightmares and everlasting sorrow. He lives in Portland, OR with his very confused wife and a cat who sincerely hates him.
