Flishitty flushitty
Elisson thought that he
could writers block me
with such simple tasks

Tha the crapblogging
so unscatologically
works with the meter
is all that he asks

And now, for something completely different. he asked for a sonnet, but didn’t make it specific which form he wanted, so I chose the modern classic, rather than the old Italian, which would have been much easier.

I used to think crapblogging wasn’t bad
As humor finds most favor with my friends
I never thought to start a blogging fad
Or write a post that gives one laughing bends

Unclogging brain drains always pleases me
Much more so than the actual act of rodding
I like to make folks grin with poo and pee
a task which often needs but little prodding

Last night as I prepared to slip in bed
I felt the urge to drop some soft serve poo
I know this is TMI for the head
but when you eat you often shit good too

If sonnets are your taste, oh Eli’s son,
THen mine has been composed, and is now done

Now, this isn’t up to my usual crapbloging standard, but you have to work with the tools God gave you. Gonna try some chili tonight, maybe tomorrow will bring something more noteworthy.