This is my toilet. No I did not clean the bathroom before I shot this photo. I probably won’t after either. Bathrooms are disgusting! And the toilet is the most neglected fixture in the bathroom. We treat it like debris we flush.
The porcelain thrown…aside…
in the corner of the room.
A fluffy rug for my feet,
A cushy seat for my tushy,
Decorations to make my visit fun,
No literature to prolong the stay
Just the coolness radiating from its base…
It’s so dirty
The only time I think about scrubbing it
Is when I sitting there with nothing to do
But when I’m done, I’m done
Swoosh!
Ick! Look at that dust.
How does anyone hug that
After a tough nite with a bottle
Of wine
It’s for your BEhind!
It’s not a place
For your face.
But for an ailing mind,
That wine was fine…
Oh faithful friend of mine,
Thank you for staying cool.
Thank you for being there when
I need you most
Last night
That was a heck of a toast
I must boast!
How toasted must I be
To hug a face like thee?
But you understand me.
In my head I hear this ditty:
In the days of old
when men were bold
And toilets were not invented
I left my load
Upon the road
And walked away contented
msktb 
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