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Obituary – a Poem by H. McFaddean Spume

Obituary

No one knows why,

But his shits were huge.

They disappeared around the bend,

And left a perky brown iceberg above the water line.

Hotels dreaded his residence,

All too often, his huge turds

Blocked their entire system.

Plumbers adored him.

As a nose-picker, he was second to none;

A skill he was happy to share

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