Toilet
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I’m always bolted to a floor
Often I live in a tiny room
And when I hear the door lock
I pray they’ll spray some air perfume!
I doubt you ever would believe
The anus stories I could tell
About fetid foul flatulence
And its lingering dreadful smell!
When people get up off me
Sometimes they forget to flush
And I hate it when rude occupants
Leave the contents from their tush!
Some men never even lift the seat
Splashing me with yellow drips
I gurgle if their todger’s caught
When they’re pulling up their zips!
You can think that I’m just a toilet
But on me you can always depend
Some die whilst sitting on my throne
‘Cest La Vie,’ I’ll miss you friend!
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2023
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