Toilet Poems - Poems about Toilet

I cried in the toilet because it was the only place no one needed me to be quiet and smiling. I cried because Howl smiled at me, and something inside me was too broken to hold the joy. I cried not because of anything in particular— but because everything was always too much, and nobody noticed I never stopped trying. I cried with the water running so no one would hear— but not a single...

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We are here sorrowfully happy We are here crying and smiling We are Rich only on TV We are Rich only on newspapers. Where are they says the leaders Give them the remnants to eat They deserves a natural glass of wine And something to take as protein. We are here living happily happy With our swollen faces smiling Lest we appear wretched on TV Wearing...

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I hope you get use to be without me cuz that is the way is gonna be I won't be the rag for your feet I wont be the bed where you sleep. I always was on your side but you were never on mine following you everywhere from behind you didn't turn around to say hi... My mother broke my spirit long ago waves of pain come and go they shat on me and...

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A poet, that's me I'm called Jan Was NEVER a poetry fan Now two books bear my name Not for fortune or fame I'll pen poop whenever I can! If ever I am stuck for words I resort to write about turds Brown things that you poo When you're sat on the loo Poop poetry's not just for nerds! ...

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What if a cobra came out of my toilet and bit my butt? What if the plunger did not kill it and it also bit both legs? What if I stomped on it and it bit my legs off to the knees? What if a mouse sneaked in, and the cobra went after it? What if I had to...

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What is the cost of one space toilet, dear? Nineteen million, the price point is clear. Why is it so costly? What makes it great? Astronaut waste is stored for a later dumping date Sent into earth’s atmosphere where it burns up Urine is recycled for drinking. Go fetch your cup....

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Waiting for your other half, as she visits the loo It’s usually the shopping mall, where she joins in the queue, You stand with the guys, in equal appreciation Of the predicament we find ourselves, in this situation. Nobody makes eye contact but if we do it’s just a nod, How long do we need to wait? We each pray...

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Toilet Seats Moreover and Furthermore are the names of my two toilet seats. ...

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Loo humour it is my forte Risqué rhymes, I’ll write night and day I’ve finished next book Will you dare to look It’s naughty – that’s all I will say! ...

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When urinating into the toilet bowl... yours truly (me) could not help but notice while living social at various residences within Montgomery County, Pennsylvania the following described phenomena actually observed quite some time ago maybe back during my carefree boyhood days of yore that the uncontrollable spurt analogous to a golden arch of micturition arcing toward parts unknown (frequently missing the target altogether, and...

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fancy b and b and where is your toilet please out back moon on door unexpected news smells were as I remembered never will come back...

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the bathroom toilet is gurgling it sounds like it has the hiccups a non-melodic, annoying, grating sound my husband has shown me several times how to stop it he can lightly touch the handle and it stops I can lightly touch it eight times before it stops annoyed by this too, I choose to listen to it wishing we had the old...

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Chardonnay the cat likes to drink toilet water and stumble around ...

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Life is like a toilet roll ...

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Did you go to the bathroom? Her mommy asked the girl. I couldn’t, she told her. The toilet is prettier than a pink pearl. So you could not use it? Her mother asked, askance. Go see it yourself, said the girl, as she did the I-have-to-potty-dance. The mother was astounded, for the toilet was art. Created with mosaic tiles of...

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