If Dr. Seuss Pooped

I will poop in Wikieup.

On the side of the road or in a cup.

I cannot, will not, poop my pants.

Until the Kingman truck stop, my butt cheeks will dance.

I will take a crap at my parents’ house.

Stretch my feet out and crush a mouse.

Against the wall, against the stall.

Where I poop, I care not, no, I care not at all.