The Big White Bowl

The Big White Bowl

I sat my fanny on the throne,
the seat was wet and cold.
I could not find the culprit,
then I spied my two year old.

Most would think this very strange
but this is what I saw.
She was playing in the big white bowl
with her furry little paw.

The reason for her doing this,
was her water dish was dry,
so she's drinking from the big white bowl;
it's elixir on the sly.

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