(Poem) The Porcelain Throne

The Porcelain Throne


The Porcelain Throne A most visited realm

What would we do without this filthy friend

We rush to its aid to plunge away its tears

Wishing not to inhale it’s poignant perfume


We often go visit this sturdy stinky old friend

Sitting, squatting, or hiking we introduce ourselves again

This funny thing happens when we get ill we crawl

To this throne and our innards we spill once again


Though small in stature it’s purpose is clear

It stands on the ready your supper to clear

Then a short time later for tequila and beer

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