Ode To A Commode

a short, admittedly mixed metaphor, bathroom fixture inspired whimsy.


Thing of porcelain

Thing of white

Why standest thou

In lid-raised fright?

Hast thou seen some apparition

That betokens thy condition?

Or doth thy posture merely indicate

The gender that used thy service late?

No matter-

Now we are alone.

I, the King

And thou my throne.

The End

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