Urinal Cake
The urinal smacked of odor cake.
A puck in pink applied.
A tiny piece to freshen up
with space around the side.
It's fumes to reach the smallest nose.
One strong enough to melt.
While shrinking it remained a circle.
A prisoner where it dwelt.
The day was long in holding it.
It's time cut short each flush.
I spent the day admiring it
though each time was a rush.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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