Clown crapped his pants, shat his pants
Does the guy think it’s a pig sty?
Something isn’t right
And it smelled vile, very vile
Wasn’t planned, he couldn’t stand
Tumbled down a stair flight

The accident happened in his home
On the toilet he couldn’t be
Ain’t farting, Putin poo’d pants freely

Down it flowed, that greasy slime
In double time out from his bum
Nasty stink, if only a fart had got a start
But it wasn’t one

The accident happened in his home
Went down his leg liberally
Ain’t farting, Putin poo’d pants freely

Couldn’t stanch the flow, just had to go
He freed what had been his lunch
When he fell the sphincter had to blow
And there was a whole bunch

Poo’d his pants, shoulda donned
And had Depends on
Mighta stopped the flow
But no chance that it wouldn’t roam
Way past his tailbone
He just had to go

The accident happened in his home
His food taster will no more be
Post-farting Putin poo’d pants freely
Dude Putin’d pants freely
Pootin’s loosey-goosey