Tuesday, December 19, 2017

ON EXCUSES, or
HEARING THE CALL


Le Penseur (“The Thinker”), thinking about how he has to go poop - what else?

I summited Ev’rest with my bold, hardy group
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

Dining at Taillevent - had the white truffle soup
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

I drove through LeMans in my lightning-fast coupe
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

I sailed off New Zealand in my one-masted sloop
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

As a seasoned reporter, I nailed down a scoop
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

I was deep in a battle with my brave-hearted troop
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

When I have to leave early, I’m ne’er thrown for a loop -
My incessant excuse is: I gotta go poop!

1 comment:

  1. I want video after you convert this into a drinking song (or a Protestant-style responsive reading) and get an entire trestle table of men to chant and sway along with you.

    First line: chant leader, like a drill sergeant
    Second line: everyone else, shouting lustily

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