343 – The Origin Of Faeces

Poem number 343
The Origin Of Faeces
The animals went in two by two
There was no sanitation crew
There was no one to clear their poo
The Ark got smelly fast
The germs bred quickly as germs do
The creatures wallowed in their poo
They all got sick, infection grew
The Ark soon breathed its last
The world was doomed because of poo
For even tigers need the loo
If only God had cleaned that zoo!
But no, the die was cast.
The flood subsided, decades flew
Just emptiness and morning dew
No creatures ‘neath the sky so blue
The Age Of Life had passed.


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