Ode to the toilet
We're down to one toilet between us.
We've plunged and we've mopped, what a mess.
We've reviewed how to "wipe".
"Get a plumber," I gripe.
But a day later the truth will be told.
By a nervous yet giggly 5 year old.
Mom, well you should be aware,
it's not toilet paper.
There is a PEAR down there.
Which is worse....the fact that there sits a pear in our toilet, or the fact that a little "nameless" girl was eating a pear while using the bathroom.
I wonder when I lost all control. And my husband wonders if pears will decompose in water (ie....he wonders if in a few days we'll have our toilet back without a call to the plumber)
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