Cream Rises To The Top So Do Turds (Humor) Poem by James McLain

Cream rises to the top, they say,
But alas, so do turds, come what may.
In this strange world we live, you see,
Where humor and truth intertwine with glee.

Let me regale you with a tale,
Of cream, and turds, both large and pale.
They journeyed through a milky stream,
Dreaming of glory, or so it would seem.

Cream, so smooth and pristine,
A sight for sore eyes, a silky sheen.
It floated with grace, no effort at all,
Like a dancer in a fancy ball.

But lo and behold, what did I spy?
A turd, bobbing along, no need to ask why.
A little lumpy, a tad absurd,
Yet determined to rise, this poo, undeterred.

Cream reached the top, triumphant and proud,
Admired by all, amidst the crowd.
But the turd, oh dear, it reached the peak,
Causing some spectators to gasp and shriek.

For you see, in life's odd game,
Sometimes turds can rise to fame.
It's not about looks, nor sweet perfume,
It's the audacity to rise, and not assume.

So here's to the turds that float with might,
Defying the odds, outshining the light.
May they teach us lessons, peculiar and grand,
That even turds have dreams, you understand.

Cream may rise to the top, without a doubt,
But let's not forget, turds have their clout.
For in this world of surprises and spins,
We find beauty in both the cream and the sins.