The Toilet Rap
A gas leak came again last night.
The dreaded bean a desperate flight.
It takes it’s form of natural gas.
A blowhard’s dream now fleeting fast.
A boastful blast out from the rear.
One last attempt it would appear.
Don’t push too hard just let it simmer.
It must be something you had for dinner.
Open a window to circulate.
The porcelain throne incinerates
The might king now takes his seat.
The time has come with no retreat.
One final blast will soon take hold.
Watch and learn from what’s been told.
The loo does sit on sacred ground.
A resting place has now been found.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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