Sonnet to a Sewer

I'm selling this toilet in my shop.

I have a vintage toilet for sale at Laura's Last Ditch, which reminds me of a poem I wrote in college:

Sonnet to a Sewer 

O sewer, sewer, sewer, sewer, PEW! 

Our waste to you flows ever deep within--

The poop, the pee, the barf, dead goldfish, too.

You take for us what's vile and sick as sin.

 Each time above a toilet fills with waste, 

With pools of numbers one or two, yea, three, 

One needs but flush, the deed will be erased. 

We are so glad you're here for us, you see.

Without a sewer all would surely drown

Amidst the flowing rivers made of dung. 

Without a sewer, stench would fill the town. 

Your praises e'er will stay on ev'ry tongue.

By taking waste that you made not yourself, 
Long life you grant us, sparing precious health.   

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