Green bowl, open your clam shell
I am in desperate hour
Go ahead, do it yourself, unfortunately
I have no power
Much thanks. Oh! But what is this?
Stains of yellow dot your seat
Blame that loose lover of yours
Such inaccuracy is no mean feat
I told him oft to put the seat down!
I told him good and angry
Well, not good enough, evidently
The smell has made me cranky
Well here you go! A wash should do
To leave you fresh and clean
Oh wonderful, but what’s the point
No wonder I am mean
Well here goes, at long last
Oh! Blessed relief!
Ugh, it seems you gorged yourself
On ill-prepared roast beef
Well thank you dear, for that therapy
I needed it in desperation
It’s not like I have a say in the matter
Now flush, silly! I’m choking!