The Toilet Bowl Poem by Randy McClave

I went to the bathroom to do number one
I told my wife I didn't know how long I'd be gone,
First I had to move her towel off from the floor
So, that I could close the bathroom door.
Then I had to replace a roll of toilet paper
My wife forgot, maybe she was going to do it later,
Then I raised the toilet seat to do my business
As I stood in inclusiveness.
Then I went to the bathroom sink to wash my hands
Where perfume, cosmetics and a hairbrush stands,
Then as I picked them up and moved them out of my way
So, my wife can be ready for another day.
I then washed my hands, but then on me there was a strain
Once again my wife's hair stopped up the drain.
I then cleaned up the counter and the sink I did unclog
No more does it look like a messy bog.
I then flushed and I brush cleaned the toilet bowl
Just being prepared when a couple more times my wife will go,
Then I moved her hair-clips into a cup
Then my wife scream at me not to leave the toilet seat up.

Randy L. McClave