Once upon a time in a nursery rhyme there was a guy called Felice Arena,
His books were funny and entertaining too, the teachers sat on whoopee cushions that sounded like poo,
He wrote about farts, sports and other stuff too,
The editors liked Felice’s books and knocked off J.K Rowling.
Isn’t that a poo,
It came to the end of the funny Felice’s day with every one puffed