Perhaps a bit vulgar for this thread, but I was surprised at how this one moved my mother to tears. And it is about moving things:

Too much fiber, I ran up and did squat,
And into the pot I fired a shot.
I picked up a book (I was in no rush),
And when I was done, the toilet did flush.
The smell in the bathroom was such a disgrace.
I must eat less Mexican, but I do like the taste.

As my Product enters the majestic bay,
I wonder if I'll regret sending Poopie away?