I walked along the riverbank
Joyfully as if I'd drank
Some wine or played a fiendish prank
Upon my adversary, Frank.
When all at once, my heart it sank
As I encountered something rank
And though I don't wish to be frank
I have to say it fucking stank.
For lo, it was a septic tank
And though its air was grim and dank
My loathing of it quickly shrank
And for its fumes I soon did thank.
Now some may say that I'm a crank
My monkey then I had to spank
And so my todger I did yank
And had a truly wondrous wank.