so this is my ode
to the place of my commode
yes you intrigue me with your pink flowers
yes i'm mesmerized by your grey leaves for some minutes even hours
no that paisely is not on the manly side
not even that orange and brown combo where you reside
sure they laugh at what i say
they'll come back to you anyway
matching soap that smells so bad that i beg of ya
how did that slippery slithery thing make its way into this jagga
with only a shower as your neighbor
maybe a sink as a shield and a brush as your saber
you are my one and only
toilet oh so lonely

while brushing my teeth

here's my stash of what else i like to think i can rhyme if you just can't get enough