I Am Not A Robot

"I am not a Robot."

I must do, number one,

And maybe number two,

In a non-robotic dump,

Kind of poetic way.

Wasting away,

Precious rhyme.

Times, number two, morning parade,

It is impotent, to be, poet regular.

One must sit, prim and poet proper,

To await a number two promenade,

Sploosh splash, oh that relief – serenade.

Sometimes one, must have one parade,

Before the other - will follow suit.

Where poets, must flush one,

Before number two, steps into play.

Oh my, I did not mean in doggie piles.

Step in, but please do use TP,

Without leaving dandruff “Behind.”

Yes, I am naught a robot.

What goes down, the toilet proves it,

In that smell being poetic validation in-.

Flatulent Arousing Repugnant Poetry.

That “Fart” that lets people know.

There is a non-robotic Poet around.  

Yes, I am, I am one Poet,

Where "Two Parades"!

Note: Poet prompt was one, “Not A Robot” and two “Two Parade.”