The Rise And Fall Of A Toilet Wall Poet Poem by Once upon a toilet wall

The day I became a poet,
I remember it oh so well.
I was sitting on the toilet
and my life was going to hell!

But when I picked my marker up
I found my beck and call.
that I could curse in perfect verse
and write it on the wall!

so I became a poet,
as prolific as can be.,
I scrawled my words on every wall
from sea to shining sea.

But then the day of reckoning came
that heralded my great fall,
the very day the janitor installed
INK RESISTANT WALLS! !