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The bathroom at work, a poem.

October30

Ode To A Poo Nugget
Poor, forgotten poo nugget
floating in the handicap disabled really big stall
in the 3rd floor bathroom
why… why are you always left behind?
Why must I swing open the door
and see you floating and bouncing
in the white porcelain bowl?
Are you the guardian of the stall?
Refusing to go to your final resting place?
You guard it well from me, nugget.
For I tell you this:
You are not my poo nugget!
I will not risk sitting on that pot
lest you refuse to go down again
and I, horribly, mistakenly, humiliatingly
am thought to be the leaver of said floater!
Nay, poo nugget, nay!
I will go in stalls one or two instead.
I will giggle to myself when I hear someone else
some unsuspecting coworker
enter the stall.
Beware the poo nugget –
he is small, but mighty.

posted under Deranged Denise, Poetry
3 Comments to

“The bathroom at work, a poem.”

  1. On October 31st, 2008 at 3:35 pm klasker Says:

    I think it’s funny that only a couple of days ago you have the “Dropping the bomb” heading to go along with this one.

  2. On October 31st, 2008 at 3:52 pm denise Says:

    Are you saying that my announcement to the world of our impending joyous addition sounded a bit like taking a dump?

    You are SO GROSS!

    Good thing you are married to a women who will write an impromptu poem about someone else’s poo.

  3. On November 3rd, 2008 at 6:49 am Julie Says:

    oh scary, b/c i know exactly what you are talking about and the exact location…
    J

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