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The Great Porcelain throne sat before him
As down below he felt a strong rumble,
The darkness hinted that his night would be grimm
And he knew his will started to crumble.
As the second mass made its painful touchdown
He did not dare even attempt a flush
The water had itself become deep brown
Polluted by the mess of his septic mush.
The next night he acquired the holy snake
And stood alone against his despoiled throne.
He prayed he could conquer it 'fore daybreak,
With one great big push he crushed the brown stone.
After the war between two wills completed,
It was Zanzibar's turd who lay defeated.
-The Real Rakesh