I was sitting around the other day

Not knowing what do to

But then in my belly, I felt a swelly

And I began think of you.



How sad it is, these days it seems

that no one ever says thanks.

My toilet, my friend, my refuge till the end

My lovely bowl that stanks.



It is with great pride that I write to thee

And say these words so true.

For all the books that I've read, all the knowledge in my head

Was learned on top of you.



In this hectic world, where time flies past

Like speeding bullet trains.

I find solace and time on your lid so divine

In your bowl; tiger stripe stains.



You've civilized man, my porcelin friend.

But man is not likely to admit it.

He will say it was speaking or learning or reading,

But never where he shits.



Man is blind to the truth but I am different

than most, I must declare.

For I am but child, bewildered and wild

If you clog with feces or hair.



My heart is racing, my face is blushed

When you no longer agree to flush.

The water is rising so quick to the brim

All of my options now look very grim.

The plunger it seems is nowhere to be found

And slowly the water runs to the ground.

Thinking quick, I plunge in my hand

And remove the cursed, evil dam

And with a quick tug, the crisis averted

Over, it seems, as quick as it started.

You see, my toilet, you hold much power

With a clog of your pipes, the bravest will cower.



You may not be pretty like a rose or a diamond.

You may not have wings like a dove or a stork

But God only knows, and history shows

What happens when you fails to work



So next time you sit in the bathroom alone

Remember this poem and never forget.

Have not a doubt, you are nothing without

The can" the throne" the toilet.