I can write Poetry like a two year old

Po Po the poet was writing a poem,
But then he got stuck and the poem stopped.
So Po Po did what every poet does
When he gets stuck and the poem stops.

Po Po went to the toilet and opened the lid,
Put his ass in and started to cringe.
The stopper of flow burst into brownies,
And Po Po was happy that he was not drowning.
But Po Po said Oh Oh and looked for a wiper,
He found only a stick and a diper.

So Po Po took the poem that flowed and then stopped,
And stuck it into his hairy butt.
Ahhh, said Po Po as he cleaned off his brownies,
Now the flow will go on without popping.