Of Toilets and Maggots.

There was this one job, to do I had.

'Twas to clean a toilet that never proved a sight so sad.

You might think, 'Oh wait, that doesn't sound so bad'.

But if it were you, you might not be so glad.

There were a lot of colours. The dirtiest I'd ever seen.

Yellows and browns and the ugliest shade of green.

Imagine how i'd felt, the most disgusted I'd ever been.

But the worst part to come had yet to begin.

Under a rag that looked worse for wear.

Were little white creatures - Yes, that's what they were.

Squirming and squiggling, they filled everywhere.

'Maggots', I screamed and jumped up in fear.

So dear readers, I'm not to blame, as you can see.

For shouting and screaming and choosing to flee.

I'm sure if you were asked to do the same thing.

You would certainly stand up and say, 'Definitely not me!'.