My Toilet and I
My toilet and I had a fight today.
It had some nasty things to say.
So I opened it up and looked about.
I banged on a thingy and pulled a part out.
It gurgled and gulped, let out a long sigh,
and drenched me with water aimed right in my eye.
So here I sit cold, lonely and wet.
My toilet has not stopped burbling yet.
It thinks it's so smart to have outwitted me.
But I'll show it a thing or three.
I just won't use that quarrelsome commode,
not ever again; I'd sooner explode!
© 1992 by Monty Harper.
About This Song
This song is available on
the Jungle
Junk! CD.