Sick as a dog....
So yeah, I have been asked by several people to bring back the poem that I wrote nearly a year ago. The poem about the flooding toilet. So here it is again. Check out the full version in my memories section in the "hilarious" folder.
In tribute to the flooding toilet... Let there be rain...
I can't begin to feel how you feel,
When you crapped out that crap made of steel.
Your face must be red and full of blush,
because the toilet couldn't handle your flush.
Yes, the word spread round the loop,
about your ginormous and timeless poop.
My, oh my, you must have gotten lots of glares,
as the toilet water rushed down the stairs.
As the water rushed into my shoe,
I realized then, that it contained some poo.
I screamed, and screamed, and ran away,
Then pondered how you felt on this horrific day.
No, wait, I didn't care about your feelings,
my foot felt gross, and water was dripping from the ceilings.
I later had to walk through you extremely gross lake.
Now, don't you think crapping was a big mistake?
In tribute to the flooding toilet... Let there be rain...
I can't begin to feel how you feel,
When you crapped out that crap made of steel.
Your face must be red and full of blush,
because the toilet couldn't handle your flush.
Yes, the word spread round the loop,
about your ginormous and timeless poop.
My, oh my, you must have gotten lots of glares,
as the toilet water rushed down the stairs.
As the water rushed into my shoe,
I realized then, that it contained some poo.
I screamed, and screamed, and ran away,
Then pondered how you felt on this horrific day.
No, wait, I didn't care about your feelings,
my foot felt gross, and water was dripping from the ceilings.
I later had to walk through you extremely gross lake.
Now, don't you think crapping was a big mistake?