Toilet Talk

You’re always there for me in the “wee” hours,

as I stumble around in the dark.

Ever faithful as I have a drink, (or two),

and in need of a clean place to barf.

The epitome of my boastful ode…

shining bright in my moments of need.

My self cleaning, minty fresh commode,

the safe place, where I take a pee.

Never judging, fast swirling - power of flush,

disposing of more than my feces.

The kind that could make a proper girl blush,

the parts, less than appealing of me.

Steady and bold, you don’t waver,

there for the instant that I need your aid.

The ultimate of party favors,

regardless of choices I’ve made.

There should be songs - sung of your achievements,

of your unending love and support.

For your ability to keep all my secrets,

whose faithfulness never falls short.

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A heartfelt ode, to my commode…

the never quitter shitter.

The porcelain that holds the force within,

the loo for my poo, the hitter.

The ever listening ear for my rear end…

the bowl for the bowel challenged, best friend.

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My promise that you will never be clogged or the air in your presence, smell rotten

I vow that your sacrifice is not taken lightly and your duty is never forgotten

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For all that you do, this ode is for you