Cleaning Bowls

A Poem

Yesterday, I had the chore
Of cleaning a dirty bowl,
A strange one, to say the least:
At its base it had a hole.

A toilet bowl, that's what it was,
The porcelain throne indeed.
So clean it is, it might be used
As bowl from which we feed.

There is a certain greatness,
Of perfect pot pristine.
So if your toilet's dirty,
Then give the bowl a clean.