My Toilet

It is with great pride that I write to you And say these words so true. How sad it is, these days it seems that no one ever says thanks. My toilet, my friend, my refuge till the end My lovely bowl that stanks. the toilet is my friend, we see each other every now and then, here's where i read and think, here's where i take a dump and make it stink, here's a place i can get away, i use it now and everyday, the toilet is a useful tool, just think of it as a pool, the toilet can keep secrets it will hush, you can use it but don't forget to flush, it's a place i can use when i am sick from my stomach, the toilet also has feelings, so make sure you're bathroom has a fan in the ceilings, the toilet hates when you take a big dump, do too much and you'll have to use a pump, the toilet will always be my friend, we will see each other every now and then.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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