Toilet

January 24, 2016

Stranded in an Island

All I want to do is go home

Back in the Highland

Playing in my chrome

But for now I have run into some trouble

My butt is starting to bubble

In this island all alone

My tummy is starting to groan

Im afraid I now have to poo

Oh dear If I wait any longer I might turn blue

What a struggle where do I go?

I am used to a little bowl

Where I drop my little pieces of coal

Where I play with my phone and sometimes even sew

Now I am outside in the cold

Bugs and snakes can see my butt

I have to do it outside just like my mutt

Who knew that a little toilet was worth as much as gold?

Lost in this island one thing is clear

My bottom misses their friend

Lost in this island I am laying here in the sand

Imagining in my head

My toilet back home

Lost in this island as I was thinking

I did not realize my toilet

Became my pants

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Najarro226Jan 24, 2016

<p>Sorry the format came a little weird but here is the scholarship poem in a comical sense of going at the prompt enjoy!</p>