Goochie Mama
The Plumbing Jabberwocky
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toilets
Did gyre & gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the commodes were outgrabe.
“Beware the SLOAN, my son!
The flush that squeaks,
the jets that shred!
Beware the splashy Kohler,
and shun the waterless urinal!”
He took his loud dryer in hand;
Long time the 9kJ he sought.
So rested he by the Duravit,
and stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Toto fixture,
with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through
the heated bidet,
and burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two!
The Eljer cracked,
and the Gerber too!
The siphon jet
went snicker-snack!
He left them unflushed,
and with mineral buildup.
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain
the McSqueaky McGarbage?
Come to my arms,
my beamish boy!
O frabjous day!
Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toilets
Did gyre & gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the commodes were outgrabe.
