There's an Oppalookaloilet,
and it's digging in my toilet
and it's messing up my bathroom
and it's eating all the chairs.
Oh it's big and fat and ugly,
and it looks so very hungry
that I'm hiding in the bathtub
and I'm writing out my will.
Yes it's gobbling all the silverware,
ferocious as a grizzly bear,
and smashing all the furniture
and eating all the lights.
Oh, he's eating up my dinner.
What a big disgusting sinner!
I'm still sitting in the bathtub
and I'm writing out my will.
—Yes—
I'm sitting in the bathtub
and I'm writing out my will;
'til the Oppalookaloilet
that was digging in my toilet
and was eating up the furniture
decides to eat me, too.
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This poem was written many, many years ago, when I was about nine or ten, but I can still read it to my little siblings to make them grin. I know it's silly...but I hope it brings a grin to your face as well.
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