see this boy...

See this boy,

He flushed this toy
And I didn't have a clue.

So, I was confused
After the potty was used
And it started to back up with poo.

We called a number
And found a plumber
Who was sympathetic to our plea.

But when he was there
I wasn't prepared
For what I was going to see.

He unscrewed some bolts
And made a few jolts
And quickly removed the base.

Then he made a path
From the toilet to the bath
Poo spilling all over the place.

My mouth gaped wide
As he washed the inside
With my lovely shower-hose.

(To be quite frank,
The smell was so rank,
I had to plug my nose.)

Then, he put his hand in
And pulled out with a grin
The toy that was stuck down below.

He finished his work
I gave him a smirk
I paid him and off he did go.

Now, while I was relieved
The toy was retrieved
And my toilet would once again flush.

I was really upset
And I started to fret
Him leaving me all of that mush.

And the mess, I confess
It caused me such stress
To see my loo looking that way.

See, from wall to wall
The poo it did sprawl
My bathroom was in disarray.

So, I pulled out my spray,
And began cleaning away,
Until the wee hours of the morn.

Then I crawled into bed
Because I was dead.
My body was thoroughly worn.

So, if this boy
Flushes one more toy
You know what I'm going to do?

Pack his bag that night,
Put him on the next flight
And send him to come live with you.