Today's featured daily humor:
Ode to a Toilet... Oh, toilet, my porcelain throne divine, Thou art a vessel for all that is unkind. In thy humble presence, we find release, A sanctuary where our burdens cease. Thy seat, so cold and unyielding, A reminder of life's hardships unending. Thou care not for our pleas or our cries, As we sit upon thee, contemplating our demise. Thine odour, foul and overpowering, Leaves no doubt of the horrors it's devouring. A symphony of stenches, so profound, Echoing through the air with every sound. With toilet paper as thy loyal squire, We confront thy depths, unafraid to inquire. For within thy depths lies a kingdom vast, Where our waste goes to rest, forever amassed. Oh, toilet, thou art a poet's dream, A muse for the grotesque, a most wretched theme. In thy presence, all pretenses fade away, Leaving only honesty, raw and grey. So, let us pay homage to thee, dear throne, In this, thou art eternally known. For in the realm of toilets, thou dost excel, A testament to the human body's pungent smell.