When inspiration hits...
Oct. 9th, 2002 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captain_slinkyA little free-form poetry for all y'all.
Thank you, mr. Big Turd,
For going down in just one flush.
When I first saw you, I was sure
I would be standing there for a few minutes
waiting for the ominous "ShhhhhhhhhhhhKK!" sound of the tank
that would let me know it is okay to try and flush again.
As I gazed upon you,
My thoughts of "What did I EAT?!?!"
Were soon replaced with different feelings.
Repulsion.
Awe.
Pride.
Respect.
And sorrow.
Sorrow that such a magnificent specimen would require
A double-flush.
A double-flush that would probably result in
My legs falling asleep.
But you, oh Mighty Turdtanic,
You broke in two after only 2 swirls
And went end over end in to the abyss
Of down the crapper.
Thank you, mr. Big Turd,
For going down in just one flush.
When I first saw you, I was sure
I would be standing there for a few minutes
waiting for the ominous "ShhhhhhhhhhhhKK!" sound of the tank
that would let me know it is okay to try and flush again.
As I gazed upon you,
My thoughts of "What did I EAT?!?!"
Were soon replaced with different feelings.
Repulsion.
Awe.
Pride.
Respect.
And sorrow.
Sorrow that such a magnificent specimen would require
A double-flush.
A double-flush that would probably result in
My legs falling asleep.
But you, oh Mighty Turdtanic,
You broke in two after only 2 swirls
And went end over end in to the abyss
Of down the crapper.
