Booger, booger, fart poop pee.
I pen this poem, just for thee.
And thy glorious buttocks, one and two.
They're so fine; don't mind the poo.
Cellulite, celluheavy,
Sell you cellphones by the levy.
Smell the odor, the sewage creek.
Forgot your paddle, outlook bleak.
Can't think of much else to say.
Out of the closet, now I'm gay!