I am the Big Mouth toilet seat;
I always get enough to eat
as family and drop-by friends
provide the means with their own ends.
Upon commode I can be found;
I often sigh when I am down.
So put me up! I want to say
to those who sit then walk away.
Although I sometimes feel abused,
I gird my loins when I am used
so I can give the best support;
another round of fine export.
I came from Lowe’s in aisle two,
and now I live inside the loo.
Plumbers affixed me to the top;
seems like the going is nonstop.
I’m made of wood so I am strong;
it is my goal to get along
with every one who uses me;
I want to be all I can be.
I feel the warmth from each behind;
for gluteus I am assigned.
On me there is a need to sit;
I often utter, “This is it!”
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