Everyone loves limericks about poop.
Stinky is as stinky does.
With apologies to Shel Silverstein.
A prose farewell to an old friend.
Read this two or three times, and tell me your heart doesn't soar.
Perhaps a bold and controversial statement.
I've never thought of a toilet as "sassy", but...
Poop tourism, poop poetry: poop perfection!
A yuletide log you can read to your family.
Running in a winter wonderland.
Inspired by the ring of fire...
Every stanza of this classic converted to poop: now that's dedication!
A forlorn tale of bygone rest stops.
Frost rings true in any context.
Shelley's ode inspires this odor.
He's been everywhere... and he's gone everywhere.
Happy holidays, PoopReport.
Near the top of the Earth, the concern is the bottom.
Two pooems and an explanation of process.
Deep thoughts on a Monday morning.
------ posted 06.04.2007 by
Simon (10)
A warm memory on a cold March day.
Wit and rhyme and chyme and shit.
To sleep, perchance to leak...
