A poem came while I was in the john
but I had nothing to write upon.
My poetic mind was in a groove
and everything began to move
So I reached over to the white roll
of toilet paper as my scroll
and wrote down my inspiration
to share with the entire nation.
I believe that poem was among my best
and it would surely pass the test
with great pride I slowly stood
but soon found that wasn’t very good.
My disappointed heart was crushed
after I absent-mindedly had flushed
that poem that I just wrote in vain
and now it was going down the drain.