The Throne

People think they are royalty,

They call me the throne.

When they come and sit on me,

Some just simply moan.

Some people if too much they drink,

on the great white phone they call.

They groan and say that they think,

Off the wagon they will not fall.

I flush away your nasties.

Your stink I will take.

Let us be besties.

I’ll leave you feeling oh so great.

Some maintenance I may need.

You can use a brush and spray.

Then I will proceed,

to help you have a better day.

I am good to deal with the bad.

You don’t need to wear a frown.

Get rid of the food you had,

And I will flush it down.