A nothing day, nothing to say, nothing
To play, no place to go away, nowhere
I'm not depressed, just keen to get going
With this daily sonnet, no time to spare
Need the toilet, not that my readers care
To know that, I dare say, that stuff's quite gross
But when you gotta go, you know you dare
Not not go for too long, and so I'll post
This blog, then hasten to the bog, a dose
Of my waste product odiously dropping
Into the toilet bowl's rancid water
About the weather, it's not warm as toast
The sun's out but there's a cold wind blowing
Like the wind out my ass that's soon coming
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