My once shiny porcelain is in a sorry state.
When I last scrubbed? I don’t recall the date.
I don’t wanna look and see specks of brown.
Cos immediately my face will show a frown.
Dare I lift the lid and face my fecal fate?
Poocrastinating, I put it off for a week or three.
But tomorrow I have guests, so I go look and see.
Raising the lid, I shudder at the thought.
Revealed are a thousand bowel aborts.
Repulsed, I vomit into the brown sea.