I like poo; do you?
That is the question I ask
I know that I do
Some do not like it
I cannot tell why they don't
They must learn to sit
Sometimes I worry
That not everyone is smart
As my mum's curry
I am a Haiku
Do not ponder or fret for
It is very true
Paracetamol
Take a paracetamol
Paracetamol
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