Friday, September 25, 2009

Toilet Poem For Adam

Sitting here in stinking vapour,
I ran out of toilet paper.
Shall I leave of shall I linger,
Or shall I just use my finger.

But why should I.
Because if you think about it;
A toilet is used by us all,
To answer the universal call.

A toilet is the center of life.
A toilet is a place where you can think.
Whether love or computer games,
It's easier than to sit on the sink.

So next time you visit the loo,
Show it some affection.
And spare a thought for a poor sap,
Whose toilet paper has gone for disinfection.


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