Research (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching out to find out how more of her universe worked

Everything was subtly connected in fascinating ways

So when she ran into a dead end, she would happily start over

Except when that meant flushing years of work down the proverbial mental toilet

Reacting like anyone would, under those circumstances, she would become depressed

Cautiously she would begin to feel better and begin a new journey down a path she had yet to explore

Her energy renewed, ready to tackle another problem

Mini (an acrostic poem)

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Maximizing his profits caused him to find savings everywhere

If it could be downsized, he would do it.  Single-ply toilet paper, cold cuts instead of a sub sandwich

Never paying for a hotel room, but instead opting for an overnight parking garage

It wasn’t so bad, but he was a six-foot-eight-inch dude who drove a …

Plunger (an acrostic poem)

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Penelope looked at her kids and shook her head

Loving them was usually so easy, even if they were little witches

Until they broke something.  This time it was the toilet

Now she needed to put on her rubber gloves and pull out her weapon of choice

Going into the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks for a second

Everything was covered!

Readying for her weapon, she battled the summoned demon back down the bowl and flushed.

Tape (an acrostic poem

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The roll was empty again, and that pissed off Heather

All she wanted was for her roommates to replace the roll when it ran out

Perhaps this would stick with them

Every roll of toilet paper, except the one she hid, was soon wrapped in scotch…

Focus (an acrostic poem)

Feeling sick, Mercedes counted the bathroom tiles one more time

Outside she could still hear Jeffery prowling around the bedroom

Couldn’t he leave for work already?  He’s going to be late.

Until he leaves I’m not leaving here.  I need to find my center.  I need to…

She threw up in the toilet again.  At least maybe it was his.

 

An Irish Limerick

Saint Patrick’s day has passed

But it’s effects will continue to last

The green beer did run

Gave many some fun

Until into the toilet they cast