O morning poo my pungent friend,
heading down to the s-bend,
leaving skid-marks in your rush,
I’ll have to get them with the brush.
s-bend
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O morning poo my pungent friend,
heading down to the s-bend,
leaving skid-marks in your rush,
I’ll have to get them with the brush.