Everyone21 Jan 2004

Ahh, but could not the same also be said of a freshly laid stool, glistening like dew in the morning sunlight?

When I woke up
The sun was hot
It shone upon
My chamber pot

And then I saw
A coil of brown
And felt I'd best
Inform the towne

On other days
The things I dump
Are mostly grey
And not so plump

But this young brown
So sleek and proud
Is sure to draw
A mighty crowd!