In the quiet of the morning light,
A tiny tale begins its flight,
A rumble here, a gurgle there,
Nature calls us, if we dare.
A wiggly dance in a porcelain throne,
Not a topic often discussed alone,
Yet in the world, it plays a part,
A little brown art, oh, so smart.
From what we eat, it does derive,
A cycle of life, helping things thrive,
Fruits and veggies, a feast for the day,
Through our bodies, they find their way.
Oh, the giggles that it can inspire,
A source of jokes and childish mirth,
In every culture, in every land,
Poop has a place, oh, isn’t it grand?
So here’s to the things that make us blush,
The funny, the messy, the awkward rush,
Let’s celebrate life in every loop,
For in the end, we all share poop!