Come one, come all,
to yous who receive this clarion call–
time to get your poetry bowels moving
lean into your versificated grooving;
it be, yes it be – it be behooving
upon your fat ace, to embrace the face
of celebration - of a summer magic
in this lavatorial place.
Foamed from bourbon, Ducolax or beer,
spill it on paper, post it here -
post without shame, post without fear
without hesitancy or constipation
post without honor, post without dread-
to this Mid-Summer iteration
of the [eternal] Crappy Poem Thread