Poetry

Thursday, 30 September 2021

Gold bricking

 He was the king of shit

He was king midas of the golden toilet

Did his shit smell better than everyone else's? 

Of course, for it was made of gold


Pure 24 carat golden nuggets came out of his rectum

sometimes they cracked the toilet basin

But mostly he was able to fish them out and hoard them

This King Midas of the commode


Nothing he touched turned to Gold in his life

He bearly even had green fingers

But when it came to the toilet or WC, without strife

He was on to a winner


Sometimes they would come out like gold bricks

Then he could begin to build his palace

Not much need for the shitty end of the stick

He was already down the rabbit hole like Alice


Oh of course it was sometimes painful

And to be constipated with gold is a bind

But if you can drink tea, piss gold dust in your wee

Then the long wait is really worth the find




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