I wrote this poem in 2015, but decided to publish it now
My toilet pot is broken
I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to stand and sing
Or where to pass my poo.
My toilet pot is broken
Its shape is really bad.
With cracks in the centre
It looks very sad.
My toilet pot is broken
And I'm going completely mad
For I don't know what to tell my visiters
When they say- to relieve themselves they'll be glad.
My toilet pot is broken
My toilet is in a mess
Because now than a dumpyard
It doesn't look any less.
My toilet pot is not broken anymore
It has finally been fixed.
But the toilet is still in an awful mess
With all things together mixed.
