On this stuff called Poop

From Plastic Tub

27 scatological sonnets written by Guvernor Morris for his friends, privately printed and distributed at a masque. Each one featured an original dirty drawing by Albert Kook. An unknown number were printed on fine vellum and hand-stitched at Rathersbone and Son's, Brooklyne, in March, 1800. There are no known copies and the Morris estate denies any ever existed. Milton Rogers, however, disagrees, offering examples and almost conclusive proof that the volume enjoyed the patronage of several Founding Fathers. The discovery of Sonnet 27 has since caused much controversy in historical circles and is endlessly recited at AA gatherings.

Ben Franklin called it "delightful, prurient, poop-filled," and was rebuked soundly for a "striking lack of aesthetic morals." (Hamilton, 1801)

Excerpted

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The 27th sonnet in Guvernor Morris' On this stuff called Poop.

Sonnet no. 27

   Upon the morning so bright and shiny 
   I did so ramble over hill and glade 
   To pick the cherry of Jefferson's maid 
   And to pack the Polish sausage betwixt the hiny 
   And then Adam's slave by midmorning made 
   My little man at full attention stand 
   And from bush to barn with firm dick in hand 
   Did expose myself in the myrtle’s shade 
   Then lunch and coffee me and Albert Kook 
   To the taverns for the distractions 
   Me two young negress Al a dirty book 
   Shared pokes during hot girl-on-girl action 
   A couple more brandies and a twice more rum 
   Still ain’t enough to poke me fat wife's bum