In the lid of the eye,
the poop fairy nestles.
Dropping by in wee hours,
a wiggle bears a treat.
The splash, the plunge, the ripple,
while you lay there sound asleep.
Strolling through infinity...
Ahoy!
The stallion seeks inspiration in an infinitely silly universe, to satisfy his appetite for utter nonsense.
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