Oh, Feral Child
C. Camel on Dec 23rd 2009
If no one raised babies they’d roam free in the wild.
They might reign supreme on a mountain of poo.
They might sleep wrapped in coupons in old mailboxes.
They’ll sneak up behind you like a ninja or viper.
They’ve never been taught about potty training,
So wherever they go, poop will be raining.
But Feral children have not learned of forgiveness.
There is one thing I’m sure that they’ll do,
They will return when they’re older and then they’ll kill you.
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have you been pooped on when you were a child? Has this event left you obsessed with the topic of “poo”?
Maybe you should rename your website to…Corrupted Pooping Camel?
Poo makes me laugh. I don’t think I’m alone on that one. A brown cheese puff shaped mass that shoots out of your butt and smells terrible. It’s comedic genius! I’ll definitely consider changing the name of the website – perhaps I’ll change it to PoopingParakeet.com.