There was once a flush toilet
His name was Potty-mouth
He sat in a corner in the loo
Facing the sunny south

His other friends, the Sink and Tub
would laugh at silly jokes
But Potty-mouth, with his constant pout
Was just a miserable bloke

Every time that he was flushed
He would sniffle in despair
Leaking tearfully into his bowl
And fogging up the air

The others asked him why so sad
To which he’d say to them
You would be too if someone pooped
All over your porcelain

Published by Mahvash K. M.

A wandering “desi” and a corporate chicken who’s flown the proverbial coop is what I currently am. Have chosen the sultry island of Sri Lanka for my wandering/ experiential activities. Writing something- anything really, has been on the bucket list for a great old while. Finally putting some pixel energy behind the cause! This blog is about a wide gamut of stories, opinions, ideas, characters, storms in teacups, extraterrestrials, food for the soul (and some not so much), space (of the cosmic and personal varieties), cutting edge psychoanalytic analyses, and sunsets (Dysania-struck so probably no sunrises!) – all presented to you from a wide array of coffee shops across my modest globe-trotting sojourns. Here’s to enjoying the ride together!

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