Kickin' It Freestyle...

Twas the night before Friday,
and all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring,
especially no mouse.
At my computer,
In T-shirt and sweats.
Browsing the threads,
on BP.net.
When what to my sensitive nose should appear,
The smell of fresh poo, yuck, gross, oh! dear.
It doesn't smell sweet, fragrant or fruity,
before bed, now, I must do my duty.
Chlorhexadine, substrate, and Provent-a-Mite,
see you all tomorrow, no more BP.net tonight...



Rob