Ode to Dookie
What is dookie?
It comes from Scooby
Doo, or maybe Pooh.
Sometimes black,
sometimes brown,
sometimes it weighs a pound.
Dookie is a stank thing,
it makes me want to sing
"Hallelujah to the king".
As I'm sitting on my throne,
I feel the inclination to moan:
For my great log has formed a clone.
After all is said and done
and all the fun,
has gone away.
I know the janitor will have to pay,
to make the smell go away.
Only to say,
make it smell like hay,
like horses in a field,
or maybe an orange to be peeled.
Dookie.
What can be said?
Its' smell can make you dead.
This poem has been brought to you by Shark Harney