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When urinating into the toilet bowl...


yours truly (me) could not help but notice
while living social at various residences
within Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
the following described phenomena
actually observed quite some time ago

maybe back during
my carefree boyhood days of yore

that the uncontrollable spurt
analogous to a golden arch
of micturition arcing
toward parts unknown
(frequently missing the target altogether,


and wetting the seat
subsequently displeasing the next person
more often than not the missus,
who sits upon wet porcelain goddess)

initially issuing from out

my diminutive male member,
(even when fully erect,
no longer than
a small walking stick
for a lucky leprechaun),

when said jet stream
makes splashy contact


affecting fountainhead into pissoir,
whereby a bathroom
tchotchke of Atlas shrugged,
which non verbal reaction spoke volumes,

the direction water got flushed within potty
subsequently clearly described
a clockwise pattern
whooshing within the labyrinth
eventually getting routed
to wastewater treatment plant
at least here within the bowels
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.

Actually even after flushing,
or using the sink to wash hands,
the water also drained
mimicking rotation of second
or minute hands of analog time pieces.

 

After finding myself
flush with excitement
presuming I discovered
some great earth shaking revelation,
a Google search quickly
and immediately chastened
premature ejaculation of excitement
that yours truly stumbled
upon magnificent phenomena
and matter of factly explained
the direction a toilet flushes,
whether clockwise or counterclockwise,


primarily determined
by the design of the toilet bowl
and the water jet's direction,
not by the Earth's rotation
(Coriolis force), which often mistakenly
believed to be the cause;
meaning the flush direction
can vary even within the same hemisphere
due to different toilet designs,
not necessarily consistent
with the "clockwise
in the Northern Hemisphere" myth.

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ts735b

ah waz born during the baby boom, that doth now doth rings the demographics with a bulge as if a metaphorical snake swallowed millions of people. now, i meander along the dusty figurative road of life trying to cap cha emotion with my webbed, whirled and wide net.

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