Hello white porcelain monster
Sitting there innocently with your wide rimmed smile
And you false calm lake.
What surprise will you hold for me today?
A snake? A wad of paper that has stopped up your throat
To the point where you can not swallow?
Or did someone forget to flush?
Either way, you are still horrible
As I reach for the lever
And run as you make your monstrous roar.
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OMG... that's the best poem i've ever read about a toilet... it left me inspired to compile a book of bathroom poetry... maybe even write my own... or mayeb not... was good though
looks like the you on line three should be a your though...
toorah
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