Dear friend is snoring at my bed,
Butterfly pooped on a rose,
No, roses aren't red
they're ... lacrimose.

  I said a butterfly pooped on a rose. Shortly after, a bee sat on the rose and, unknowingly, got some of the poop on three of her legs. She hastily flew away and stung an old man's red, big nose, leaving on him some of the poop, as well as her dying breath. The man yelled "Oh god!" as he was being stung, and moments later, sneezed on his wife's tea a tiny particle of the poop. The woman, oblivious as to matter's of poop, drank the tea, swallowing the traveling poop. She pooped it the next day, as in she pooped the poop, while sending a text to her estranged son. She pooped the poop ,and then the poop was free to swim in the ocean. 

  On another note, a boy cut the rose to give to another boy. The second boy, let's say boy B, smelled the rose, thus, some of the poop got stuck in its nose. He smelled the rose and shed a tear, and said an "I hate you" to the other boy, let's say boy A. Boy A then stuck its finger in boy B's nose while making a fart noise with its mouth. Thus, he acquired some of the poop, as boy B was uttering "You suck so much sometimes, I think I forget what it's like to not feel shitty". Later that evening, boy A went to visit an other boy, let's say boy C. Boy A kissed boy C hello and then, shortly after, inserted his poopy finger in boy C's butt. Thus, the butterfly poop, moved up boy C's colon to meet so many big and magnificent poops that it started to feel embarassed of its stature and prowess.

   On  another note, a philosopher saw the butterfly that pooped the rose and deeply and thinkingly wandered how many times can a poop be devided , yet still remain ,in essence, a poop ? He then thought the question was in itself irrelevant and believing he finished with all of philosophy hanged himself from the cealing of his house. His last noise was him pooping his pants.

There is no ending in this story. Endings are lies cultivated by insufficiency, boredom or sudden death.

  

The end