An ode to the commode

A marvelous seat

When you flush stuff goes down

Such a wonderful feat.

Push on the lever

Pull on the chain

Stuff always goes

Right down the drain

Be it poop or vomit

Or even small toys

Whenever you flush

The commode makes its noise

You hear the loud flush

“Kawoosh!” it goes

Sometimes you must

Plug your sensitive nose.

Put whatever fits

In the commode’s basin

Not so large as an apple

But as small as a raisin

The marvelous seat

It just does not care

It takes all the stuff

Away from there

Don’t forget small dead pets

A goldfish or two

They can also get flushed

Right down with the poo.

But you must beware!

Lest you flush something dear

Gone it will be

Forever, I fear

Gone down the pipes

And into the sewer

The upside is that

You can get something newer

So watch out in the toilet

Don’t drop something there

Now that you know

You can beware.

So when you sit down

On your own commode

Please try to remember

This little ode.

The commode it is

Such a wonderful seat

When you flush stuff goes down

What a marvelous feat.