CODY COMMODE

My name is Cody Commode,

And I’ve seen a lot of crap.

It always leaves me flushed,

And drained through my trap.

I’m the best at what I do.

No one else can hold a candle.

And if I keep on running,

You can just jiggle my handle.

Let me tell you, it’s a dirty job,

When someone comes in to sit.

Sometimes it really stinks,

And there’s no butts to doubt it.

I’ve seen all cracks of life,

And everyone makes a splash.

People trying to get to me,

Often make a mad dash.

So drop a load, I’m Cody Commode.

I know you gotta go.

Have a seat on my seat,

And go with the flow.

Michael D. Schafer

© September 25, 2016