Spell bound and as dumb as any cluck.
Can't seem to right myself, bent over
Like a duck who only quacks.
Shiver my timbers, I'm loose as a goose.
Don't get in my way or the smell will make you pay.
Relief at last, it seems I've found a home.
I guess I'm all flushed out, wipe and be gone.
Thank God for rest rooms with toilets,
They saved my day and no one had to pay.
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Jane