333 -WMD

Poem number 333
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WMD
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That’s not a shit that’s a missile
A brown, slimy Exocet II
Armed in your tum
And launched out your bum
A nuclear rocket of poo!
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The size of a fully grown weasel
The weight of a bucket of sand
It lurks in the lavvy
So lethal and savvy
The deadliest crap in the land
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You flush and the toilet is empty
Torpedoes away, Sergeant Shit!
To the sewer it goes
So look out below…
…It’s coming, it’s coming… A hit!

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