Poem 203: Flushing

I have to admit that I have written a lot about former president “Donald Trump”

Now I can relate to him every time I decide to take a dump

His diatribes about water pressure never resonated with me

Now though I hate to admit it, I think I have to agree

He wasn’t happy on how little the water flowed

The paper he was flushing, remained in the bottom of his commode

We play Russian roulette with ours now, every single day

This contraption decides whether are daily samples can go or stay

We go week to week with our daily wipe

Then comes the time when you eventually plug the pipe

We all know it happens when someone drops a deuce

Then we proceed down the basement and put our toilet snake to use

We have become pretty adept at doing this weekly chore

Then came the day we decided we don’t want to do this anymore

We decided to put an end to this continuing aggravation

That’s when we called a plumber to assess our situation

He couldn’t find any problems with any of the pipes

He suggested a new toilet and showed us different types

The model was installed later on that day

We thanked him for his work and he went on his way

It didn’t take long and this new toilet also would not drain

We called the plumber and they listened to us complain

They said they had a high flowing toilet that they could install

Should be here this Thursday and there will be no charge at all

This toilet’s flush is powerful enough to make a bag full of golf balls disappear

I can hardly wait for this new product to make its way to here

Can I retire that snake for good and be worry free?

I am still not convinced and will have to wait and see

A more powerful crapper!! Donald might have something there

This is a major complaint that both of us now share

Have I acquired some respect for this man? Not one single bit

Like the waste in my toilet, he is still a piece of shit

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