Heaven's Golden Throne

Have you considered, even once Heaven’s golden throne? Not the one that God sits on, The one you use to go. I think it must be gilded gold With seat so pillowy soft That angels sing when you are done As Heavenly odors waft There is no need to spray with Glade Or sneak out once you’re done For when you poop in Heaven, Bad odors are undone. And when you pee, of course, it’s gold For what else would it be? It’s used to color rainbows For all below to see. When you flush your waste is mixed In very special vats To form the colors of rainbows That light up habitats Who knew that when you used the loo In heaven every day You were creating rainbows To light your loved ones’ day?