Some things stick in my mind from childhood. This little verse was written by a friend of the family, I can't forget it. Or the image of two feet sticking out of the bowl...This, I hope, will give me relief.
There once was a man from Waddy
He had to go to the potty
His creation was lush
With reluctance he flushed
and followed it down with his body.
Mrs. Marlatt, may you rest in peace. Perhaps I may now also.