I ran down to the ceramic shores,
Where the water's crystal clear.
As I sat down, I made some noise,
And prayed no one would hear.
To take a peek and see what happened
Could well be called taboo.
It looked like spinach and ground up yams
Clumped together with glue.
As I stood up and walked away,
A light turned on in my head.
I'm now awake and just realized,
Once again, I pooped the bed.