Poo For All Poem by James McLain

Out side of school and never we have.
Each day, down by the ole mill stream.
i come today too dream.
Separately and never together,
we have always come this way.
She comes first, then i shortly after.
It was for such an emergency,
every has it's beginning.
One was left thus in the grass, by the stream.
Rose always colored deep, my bandanas.
Each day never meeting, i would hear her sing.
oohhh my 'dear' what has gotten into you now.
Sweet release and a hard fought sigh.
As latter i gathered the rose colored hanky and
placed it with the rest and each pile how it grew.