My dangler dropped, my dangler did fall.
A splash was heard throughout the stall.

Then came the sound of a distant sprinkle.
Elsewhere someone was having a tinkle.

A third chimed in with a squeaky toot.
It sounded just like a flatulent flute.

I heard a long loud grunt and it sounded in pain.
Then a toilet trumpet, the note sustained.

A whole chorus of toots and poots sung aloud.
The bathroom echoed with music so proud.

The crescendo came and the opus was complete.
This tune of bowels was quite the feat.

Our song of shite, this musical brown mash.
Ending with the toilet lid crash.

And I as the leading pooping conductor…
Am also known as The Porcelain Destructor!