Once upon a poem shoddy, whilst I pondered on the potty
Over many a dank and odorous straining of the booty sore;
Suddenly there came a knocking, knocking at the bathroom door.
“Tis occupied,” I cried demurely, “Surely your forbearance I implore!”
“But you see, there is another, and as I am spraying thunder,”
“Giving birth just like a mother to this turd my bowels bore,”
“Leave me hence, I plead!” At this, a ruffian battered down the door.
All at once, he entered, panting, eyes ablaze and bowels chanting
Of a violent evil, ranting, stewing from the night before;
Dropped his trousers then and there, and shat upon the floor.
“V-vile crackhead, leave!” I stuttered, but he squatted there and muttered;
Just a single word he uttered.
Quoth the crackhead: “Nevermore.”
Violently I slapped the villian, but he bodied me like Krillin
And I needed penicillin for the hole in me he tore.
“Please,” I begged him from the corner, “To thyself some dignity restore!”
“Take thyself out from my house and pick thy deuce up off the floor!”
Quoth the crackhead: “Nevermore.”
And that deuce, it still lies sitting, and that crackhead still is shitting
Shitting on my bathroom floor.
And he will be, evermore.