It brings pleasure and even pain
Sometimes the smell causes disdain
The toilet, the john, the head or the lieu
All are the same when you have to poo
"Here I sit, broken-hearted,
I came to shit, but only farted."
I see words written in stalls
And outhouse with painted walls
A funny thing to read as you pee
Is how much Jan loves Johnny!
For a good time you can call
Any one of the number carved into the wall
Sometimes I come here just to think
Other times I come just to stink
I love my toilet, my royal throne
It's a place for me to call my own home!
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