A Turd Treatise Revisited

A Turd Treatise Revisited
I was lettin' it go before Frozen.

To shit or not to shit
There is no question
Lest you peons forget
Here is thy lesson

How doth one compare
Dropping such a load
A gargantuan feat
That could tear one’s chode

The relief that follows
From emptying the bowel
While uttering various noises
A grunt, heave, or howl

Hail beloved feces
Diet and GI your maker
Accept our humble offering
Of Oats from the Quaker

For as there is creation
There must be release
For impaction means death
With this flush, go in peace