I wandered in the fediverse
To brighten up my day;
I found a funny story where
A turd won’t flush away.

It made me laugh, it made me cry:
The cleaner had to watch him try,
But while she gazed, it was then proved
The shit was easily removed.

And senseless, she would think it was
For her to have to see, because
His Swedish language really was
Quite useless, and we see that it
Did not explain this hapless git
Or why he showed her all his shit.

So mystified she still will be
And puzzzled for eternity:
This stranger and his giant poo
And when he showed it in the loo.

I laughed and chuckled, then I see
The person posting next to me -
A Poem_for_your_sprog is here!
A legend! - wow! - from yesteryear!

I’ll take this chance to tell you how
Your random poems, then and now,
Have brought me joy. And that is why,
Without help from LLMs, I
Have tried to say in silly rhymes
A thank you for the happy times
You’ve brought me.