Reflections of a Crappy Day

My god! Happenings, happenings all around me!

If only I had someone to talk to

but what, pray you, would you think

If my little toilet children who are taking a drink

could talk, and breathe, and speak to me!

what would they say, what would be their names?

HMMMMMMMMM………….

I’ll call you Beowulf, and I’ll call you Maximus

We will have fun, we will tell gay tales

of memories past, but I didn’t mean gay as in male on male

Beowulf and Maximus, you make my life complete

we will dine, we will drink, now let us FEAST!

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