The Turd Kings Demise

The Turd kings demise

once there was a magical turd, who said it herd
but a turd that had herd is preposterous indeed
with a liquid bead it told the white castle wall it didn't need
a light swim with the brown stead butt it would like a breath of air
for through this tubular hair the turd fell all naked an bear
into the care of a watery grave surrounded by a wall well behaved
all covered in smudged cloth the light entered this white cave
air rushing around and the troubled waters
made our turd think of all the hateful plotters
that pushed it out of its kingdom unaware
of turds fate in the stagnate lair!

 

As the swirl of liquid spun around our valiant king; holding his breath until there was a sting; flying through the depths of human kinds dejected; the turd felt quite rejected

Until the turd king found while floating, many more of his kind boating; a vast turd empire Ripe for the taking, but what is this the turd king was shaking.

If only the turd king had prepared a forward party or advanced guard, he would never have to look upon the retard; of an empire in ruins an decay, before he even knew it had existed that day.

Now in deep thought the turd sunk, not knowing that he was about to go thunk; on the bottom of a septic, in the backyard of a half crazed narcoleptic. THE END