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Me poo is a lovely thing, you see
In hues of tan and beige,
But oft If I eat less fiber
It runs red like a Barbarians rage.
My poo is a velvety frothy paste
Which melts into the *throne*
But oft if I eat less fiber
It has the stoic hardness of medusian stone.
Mine poo is an aromatic wonder
With olfactoriously splendific odor
But oft if I eat less fiber
You'd rather sniff the great eye of the Beholder.
Hey, you asked!
Just a little battle cant for your bard, -4 save vs. Stinking Cloud
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