G or T Personification Contest Sponsored by Joseph May 08/22/23
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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!
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