Headline “poohs”

“Poop of the Century!” the newspapers will say.

It seems like a-poo-ca-lypse is headed our way

But with the tin-foil-cap wearers hunkered safely away.

And the man on the TV saying, “All is okay”.

Mark my words, there will be total dismay

When my butt cuts some cable and then screams, “Namaste!”