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.
My solitary toilet
I will love you when no one do.
At-last when there's time for poo
I know, everyone will go to You
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