On Maintaining an Uncongested Throne

Help for the modern toilet.

Three shots to the pot

Before you squat

Is a very strong suggestion.

 

It greases the way

And limits the stay

Of a most unpleasant congestion.

 

But should soaping fail

Don’t reach for the pail

The plunger’s under the sink.

 

A difficult task

It takes a good blast

But it does get rid of the stink.

Author's Note

For fun...to show that I'm not a poet, either.

Reviews

[AYVID N]

Pooping is a life saver. So its as important as anything else one does in life, if not more. So why not do it with a flair and elevate pooping to an art? I love this poem because its creative , In Your Face and better than those wishy washy routine love poems I write :)

[Hi]

This piece is worthy of your thrown. I do not contest, or congest it.

[JayG's biggest fan]

Why don't you go to the local library and read some real poetry?

[julius]

You're right. You aren't a poet.

[The Lazy Layman]

hahahahaha this gave me a good laugh !

[TheUnrulyWriter]

Wow. I clicked on this because the title seemed so deep and emotional... Although it wasn't *quite* what I came for, I can say I was not at all disappointed! I'm probably going to read this to my friends when I see them again, haha.

[Nicole Laszlo]

Can't lie, I wasn't expecting something silly. But you, sir, are a poet. I enjoyed it.

[Alexander Dueck]

what a funny, gross and light poem. Makes me think I should try writing something a little less serious. Life is a game after all.

[mercy party]

i like it. It's as if the author needs a little space and he's claiming it. I gotta tell you, you might just be a poet. Nice.

[FIN]

This is highly entertaining and funny, my friend! Made me smile and then laugh out loud.

Great poem, Sir.

Much Love,

LR

[junXion]

Great to see you, as a "non-poet", are not lyrically constipated (pun intended). I loved it, at first sight all might be innocent, but once you read further it really makes you laugh. Great word by a non-poet, though I think you are a poet. Sincerely yours, Jules.