A gruesome chore...and a nod to Dr. Seuss

Greetings folks, got an email asking me about some goofy writing I did a few weeks back, then a phone call about it. You asked for it, here it is - only posting because you asked!

Super-duper, poopy-schmoopy

 I do not like this toilet mess

But I won’t clean it, I confess

For cleaning causes too much stress

This toilet bowl, all clogged and brown

A mass of poo that won’t flush down

The smell of it does make me frown

And so I’ll tell you what I did

I turned my back and closed the lid

And there it stayed – I thought well-hid

A kindly man I know as Chris

Would try to plunge through the abyss

Because he wasn’t having this

His bagged hand reached – and pulled out half

This made my child, and myself laugh

Perhaps I’d call the maintenance staff

Into a Hefty, Chris plopped this poop

Big brown disgusting booty soup

Within which his bagged hand did scoop

We lay there & giggled – my child and I

While a good man choked and thought he’d die

That man must love me so to try

To save me from a gruesome chore

And flush it down forever more

My child asked him to shut the door!

Yet all his efforts went in vain

No brown would travel down my drain

My child & I thought Chris insane

He failed and left, oh what a drag

He’d carry out one poop-filled bag

No manly rights of which to brag