I was bored at work thinking of my book when, lo and behold! I found a poem named "Dead Mans Dump" by Isaac Rosenberg. I at least assumed it would be entertaining. This was not the case, the poem failed me. 
So of course I had to make my own poem…
Now you may discover my level of maturity which shrinks as the day goes on and the work gets harder.
Nearby a tree under a sky of grey,
there, a dead mans dump did lay.
And 6 feet under that crusty lump,
lay the man who took that dump.
That man who once stood proud and tall,
who'd never dump without a stall.
How this dump had come to be?
may just remain a mystery.
That dump that once was soft and fresh,
now a crusty lumpy mess.
But so much worse off than he,
was the lonely sad sad tree.
That sad tree under the sky of grey,
did not like the dumpy decay.
That lay upon his bark all day,
making all who came by say,
"oh horrid stench! Lets get away!"
When all hope seemed lost and gone,
a man came by with the setting of the sun.
A man who was tired and needing sleep,
and found the tree to be a cozy keep.
There he saw the dead mans dump,
and off the bark he cleaned the lump,
He cleaned it well and left it dry,
and the tree so happy said "oh my!!"
But this startled the man who fell to his knees,
and looked up scared at the tree.
And in the moment of his fear,
took a dump and died right there.
Frustrated, the tree did thrash!
It's roots split the ground with a crack!
The body fell 6 feet down,
to join its brother safe and sound.
And so it was under a sky of grey,
there, a dead mans dump did lay.
And 6 feet under that crusty lump,
lay the man who took that dump.
That man who once stood proud and tall,
who'd never dump without a stall.
How this dump had come to be?
may just remain a mystery.
So of course I had to make my own poem…
Now you may discover my level of maturity which shrinks as the day goes on and the work gets harder.
Nearby a tree under a sky of grey,
there, a dead mans dump did lay.
And 6 feet under that crusty lump,
lay the man who took that dump.
That man who once stood proud and tall,
who'd never dump without a stall.
How this dump had come to be?
may just remain a mystery.
That dump that once was soft and fresh,
now a crusty lumpy mess.
But so much worse off than he,
was the lonely sad sad tree.
That sad tree under the sky of grey,
did not like the dumpy decay.
That lay upon his bark all day,
making all who came by say,
"oh horrid stench! Lets get away!"
When all hope seemed lost and gone,
a man came by with the setting of the sun.
A man who was tired and needing sleep,
and found the tree to be a cozy keep.
There he saw the dead mans dump,
and off the bark he cleaned the lump,
He cleaned it well and left it dry,
and the tree so happy said "oh my!!"
But this startled the man who fell to his knees,
and looked up scared at the tree.
And in the moment of his fear,
took a dump and died right there.
Frustrated, the tree did thrash!
It's roots split the ground with a crack!
The body fell 6 feet down,
to join its brother safe and sound.
And so it was under a sky of grey,
there, a dead mans dump did lay.
And 6 feet under that crusty lump,
lay the man who took that dump.
That man who once stood proud and tall,
who'd never dump without a stall.
How this dump had come to be?
may just remain a mystery.
