Ode To the Commode
I will always think of you when a belly is full,
and your always there for me with your buddy
the roll.
With one pull of a handle or a push of a button,
you discard a dinner no matter how rotten,your
sacrifice to man will never forgotten.
I'm your #1 fan,they call me a load,when I sit on
your bench I just want to explode,I give thank's
every day to my humble abode,on my short
journey down man's porcelain road.
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2013
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