8 July 2012
@eddie12309
It's now midday, the smells away, But the brown thing still remains.
With my sword at my side, a glint in my eyes, I know what needs to be slain.
I put on my gear, a pair of gloves here, And prepare myself for gore,
For it was not I, but an old peice of pie, That started this bathroom war.
I ready the blade, (a plunger) with rage, As the ugly old smell returns.
My grip nearly snaps, this place reeks of crap, That, to be removed, yearns.
I attack with such power, the man of the hour, A sword against torn bits of poo!
After many days, the smell goes away, And eventually, the turd does too.
So my gloves are torn, my sword is all worn, And i'm sorry that that was no fun,
But listen, i care, with every strand of my hair, That the war of the bathroom is won!
Bathroom War • Opuss № I