Long Poems About No Poo

There was an elder woman who sat upon the highest majestic mountains

High above the valleys below and the beautiful rolling hills

Her ordained job was to oversee the habitants who roamed its sacred grounds

Each and every day these citizens would speak goodness to be settled upon the mountains.

One day a storm brewed on the horizon turning the beautiful lush valley below dark

The overseer made revisions to make sure its residents was secured, dry, and gave everyone self-assurance.

And this too shall past

The overseer...