I made a poem.

It's called "Poopoo is it Empty?"

Poopoo is it empty?
The water you drink.
I would fill it Poopoo,
But I forgot how.

Poopoo is it empty?
The bowl in your legs.
Does it glargle poopoo?
In a hollow way.

Poopoo your wet snout,
has stained my shorts again.
I guess I remembered,
For you.