This is a dare. Sigh.
Ode to My Toilet
You are always there for me
When I need someone to lean on.
Your saddle is so comfy
Like a porcelain lawn.
When I get that pain in my stomach,
Or that full-tank feeling
I know that you'll always be there
Underneath the ceiling.
I know it was just a simple dare
To make my write this ode.
But a kind thanks is long overdue,
And the list is quite a load. (no pun intended)
Anyways, I wish for you the best,
To be one of those toilets who
never die
No matter how much po- toilet paper.
Let's face it, my dad must be torture,
And my sister is a pig.
Just be thankful I'm no elephant,
Or a lactose-intolerant-man-with-a-wig.
This is so not classy, and I am embarrassed. Now I know why I never pick dare.
Classy
Gender:
Points: 49345
Reviews: 547