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...
A little tribute to the people behind the movement.
(With apologies to Ernest L. Thayer.)
"Pooetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth." --Samuel Johnson
"Pooetry is nearer to vital truth than history." --Plato
The elegance of the ideal excretion.
He's there when you need him.
Share this with your loved ones this holiday season.
Don't like what comes out? Watch what goes in.
A universal experience set in verse.
Not to be confused with Shameless Shitting... it's defephobia.
For those who failed on that special day.
------ posted 05.16.2005 by
Browning (10)
Did Robert Frost come back to life and write about going poop? Seems so.
Some rhyming advice in case you forget your magazine.