When I was a boy
I owned a small toy,
perhaps you could call it a toylet.
I thought it was wicked.
You filled it with liquid
and waited till someone deployed it,
which cheered up a kid quick.
You lifted the lid – click!
It sprayed you with water. The doctor
remarked, “When you’re older
perhaps you’ll get bolder
and feed your toy toiletlet vodka.”
