The stinky, strong stank
That I think that I thank,
When I thought that I sank,
In the toilet;

 

Smelled of decomposed feet,
And the stuff that you eat,
When it’s under the street,
Once you’ve passed it.

 

I tried to climb free,
But you didn’t see
Me,
When you came in and flushed it.

(by jflatnote)