The Pits

A young man named Peter
Drowned at work one day
His death was peculiar
In every way.

His death was unpleasant
Because the job he worked on
Was processing the stuff
You flush down the john.

He slipped on that day
And fell in a pit
Landed up to his armpit
And drowned in a pit full of shit.

At the coroner's inquest
A friend caused great commotions
When asked could Pete swim
He said "No. But he went through the motions"

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vacant lot
October 16, 2007

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oh gross bathroom humor. I don't know why but I keep running into that. This sounds like a long limerick... actually I don't know how long those are. Well anyway good luck and thanks for entering.