Bless, the porcelain structure
For which we so’er give thanks
Cause when we are at hurry
It greets with fost’ring spanks

Ending our time of struggle
While providing for its bowl
Hence with one gulp will swallow
Not bit by bit, butt whole

What I worship most of all
Is the time it holds to think
And see our similarities
Until that ending plink

At peace upon our thrones
When all is at a hush
Clearing ourselves of every foul
With one conclusive flush

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