A vision of my poo, 
Haunts me in my sleep,
I don't want to leave you,
Words it whispers whilst I weep

But the neighbours complain,
The stench is too strong,
They demand I send it away, 
Along with its pong 

But I don't want to lose my poo,
I don't want a final goodbye,
And everytime I try and flush,
I just break down and cry.