Sitting on a toilet, minding my own business
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I rather enjoy Sitting on a commode Reading a magazine And dispensing a load But a tiny fly Flew in my stall And with his buzzing Came a raging war call He swooped back and forth As I swatted the air I'm a giant to him But he did not care He landed here I swatted there I couldn't help feeling This was so unfair I tried to stay sitting But it did me no good I stood and swatted As much as I could I made such a ruckus People gathered outside Wondering what sort of person Was in here, fit to be tied I was so intuned With catching this pest I forgot what I was doing Ohhh, man what a mess I punched and I slapped And fell through the door Still swinging and yelling As I lay on the floor Then someone took out some chop sticks And caught the fly with one swipe Leaving me tired, embarrassed And still needing to wipe.

Submitted on 2007-06-10 13:32:22     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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