My soul mate is popo the monkey,
now my only friend a unnamed donkey.
I saw him at the zoo,
he took a little poo.
Just a little one,
not to big of one.
well... it was more like a fart really.
he was really silly.
He lifted his malenurious bonny arm.
it reminded me of one of my days at the farm.
He pointed his hairy finger,
kind of smelt like a singer.
He said the words popo in a dieing voice,
and then the breeder shot with a gun from presidents choice.
I screamed NOO,
and then the breeder accidentally shot my toe.
OUCH,
he put my toe in an ice pouch.
Never again will I see my friend,
the friend that pulled me to his end.
