The day I got flushed down the toilet
It didn’t go terribly well
My mum was on the boilit
And my sister was playing with gel
My dad was in the tool shed
Looking for a brush
And then came the sound of a long despairing flush
Down in the sewer
Full of manure
It really really smelt
When I reached the ocean
I let out a big SHOUT
And found myself in the fountain
Swimming with the trout
There was a pig
who wore a wig
a wig the color of wine
whenever he read
the animals said
wigs are never so fine
Monday, 1 October 2007
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