I've been dealing with a screwed up laptop so moving lots of files to
my desktop PC as I have to reinstall Windows and just found this poem
I wrote in 2004 on my PC:
My Ode to Poop - by Laura Holland
I think that I have never seen
Such pooping creatures it is obscene
They poop in the morning, they poop at night
They poop so much it's an awful fright
They poop like it's just the thing to do
They poop more than elephants in a zoo
Just when you scoop this horrible poop
Down to the litter box these bastards swoop
To fill it again with their evil dumping
From which sinister well are they pumping?
It doesn't matter what they're eating
This pooping problem we're never beating
These pooping machines will never stop
Till in each corner they have plopped
And yet with all this poop we just patiently deal
I guess they're lucky they have such appeal!
[Posted in FML 7059]