"The Sound of Flushing"

Hello toilet, my new friend,

I've come to poop in you again,

Because a fe-ce softly creeping,

Came down while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound

of Flushing.

In restless dreams I pooped alone

Wiping with leaves and cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my tushy to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of my old plunger

For my dumper

I missed the sound

of Flushing.

And in the naked light I saw

Your flush handle chrome and long

Your bowl so white and shining

The tank tall and gleaming

Your seat was already down to share

And so I dared,

To fluuuuush

in silence.

Ok...this has gotten weird even for me...