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Though it has been years since I've taken
the time to be making
a poem for water closets and loo
I find a pen to adorn
at two in the morn
to write of the suffering
of your brother the glutton
for he has eaten enough pizza for two.
Though it was fun
to be content with just one
the world shall see
there is enough s!*? within me
to come up with enough content for two.
So without further ado
I give unto you
the next poem about number two.
Ode to the Throne
A call on line two,
I need to go poo.
It may be dookie, doodie, or doo.
Whatever it be
you take it from me.
You don't seem deserving
of the dish that I�m serving,
but indeed you must savor
the taste of my flavor.
You lick the bowl clean,
Oh yes, you do make it gleam.
A servant of sorts
as I drop down my shorts
to make a deposit
for you.
An invention of porcelain
I shall not soon be divorcing.
Yes, I do love John Crapper
for the siphon, flush valve, and flapper.
And down it shall go,
down the big drainage hole.
And should you upchuck
the plunger will suck
what ever was too much
for you.
Then you say unto me
"Though you may kick my can
and take a dump in my head,
I am a pleased little privy
to be such a convenience
for you."
by Mitch Scheffler