The Imp Poem

In the bathroom I was as I happen to be,
one late Sunday morning while taking a pee,
I wasn't quite sure if I saw what I'd seen,
but the thing that I thought that I saw was obscene.

My eyes were still foggy from recently waking,
my mind still quite groggy from the drugs I'd been taking,
but no drug could prepare me for what I would see,
as it climbed out the toilet and grinning at me,
did a dance on the rim of that porcelin comode,
then stopped quite abruptly and burped out a toad.

I starred at the Imp who just looked back at me,
what the hell's going on? I must have OD'd (overdosed),
he stood oftly still like a statue will do,
In a red woolen suit wearing shoes that were blue.

He flashed me a pearly white smile and then bowed,
tipped his bowler as if he were facing a crowd,
then his hands started clapping,
his toes started tapping,
all over that seat where I sit when I'm crapping.

My feet were now frozen to the warm tile floor,
I couldn't move If I'd wanted so I stayed to watch more,
what an actor this Imp was proving to be,
from handstands to tapdance and all this for free,
then he cartwheeled five times round the rim flawlessly,
and dove down through the pipes with a hehehehe.

I stood there transfixed at the sight I'd just seen,
did i see what I just thought I saw? was it green?
with a bowler and suit and blue matching shoes?
Or was that just a vision from those drugs that I use?

I just stood there perplexed for a minute or two,
not really knowing just what I should do,
till I turned round to leave no more reason to linger,
I looked back one last time and he gave me the finger.

-by Wonkydonkey