A TALE OF PIPES AND WHAT COMES OUT

One day while pooping
a pinch I did feel
I looked down and saw
two eyes, grey as steel
An otter was gazing
up out of the bowl
It’s eyes were like daggers
aimed at my asshole
“You’ve shat on my head!”
it spat between breaths
“I smell like a sewer
I should bite you to death!”
“Calm down gentle creature”
I replied with great care
“Come hop in my tub
I’ll wash out your hair.”
He muttered and grumbled
as he climbed in my bath
but I was content
I had cooled his wrath
“Would you like some bath salts?”
I asked as I ran water
“No no, this is fine
but could you make it hotter?”
I scrubbed him all down
with my favorite shampoo
I conditioned his fur
and I repeated too
Once he had dried he
was feeling alright
I asked the nice otter
“Would you like a bite?
Not of me of course
but I have some mince pie.”
he said, “I’m not hungry
do you have any rye?”
I made him a drink
on the rocks, in a bowl
he slurped it all down and
said he had to roll
I replied “If you must
but come back if you will
and sorry about the poop
I really am ill.”
I opened my door and
off the otter went
singing a song
about rubber cement
I thought “What a strange way
to make a new friend
By having his head
underneath my rear end.

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