I wince in pain
From a feeding lark remembered.
I'm on the throne.
Lazing as my wind blows thru the seat below,
Then the dreck is fallin', silencing my woe.
I heard it plop.
I am a-smilin'.

I've used stalls
In public loos unsightly
That bums did desecrate.
I've even used an outhouse, out there in the rain,
And after I was finished I exclaimed:
I heard it plop.
I am a-smilin'.

So blocked with grub.
Well, my turd has made me sore.
It's leaving me in misery.
I know that turd's encumbered, it seems to lack the drive.
If it never moves, I never will survive.
I heard it plop.
I am a-smilin'.

I have my seat
And my porcelain to support me.
I am squeezing ever harder.
Trying to remove waste within my tube,
I clutch my butt, the rush is such relief.
I heard it plop.
I am a-smilin'.

And the plop eased my pain.
And my piles are clean and dry.