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.
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…
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.
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