Saturday, March 12, 2016

The Toilet Poem.

Down and around and back again
No way of knowing why or when
Aches and bubbles gurgle 'round
The pain inside can make you frown
Rushing, running, speeding fast
Grip your belt and start to blast
Uh-oh it's time to take the seat
Made of white to hold your meat
Hang on tight and spread 'em wide
A mighty force to change the tide
Grit your teeth to hear a splash
Leaps from you in a flash
First one, then two, then many more
Nothing to be sorry for
Relief has come, no need to blush
Just remember to always flush
Wash your hands and dry them too
No one wants to touch your poo

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