Away In the Toilet
Away in the toilet
no chairs, just a throne;
he'd had a hot curry
and started to moan.
The air was polluted -
it smelt like he'd died;
the loo roll was empty
(and that's why he cried!)
The flush wasn't working,
the sink had no soap,
so he went back to work
with his proctoscope...
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2023
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