posted on Jul, 16 2010 @ 09:58 PM
Once upon a time, a toilet there was. This toilet had a tank and special it was.
A fancy toilet, with a flush sytem pressurized. It served its family well for years, until one day, a surprise.
Due a defect, it sprang a leak in its tank. Were not fixed quite soon, the worlds would be dank.
"Oh, how shall I be fixed?", the Toilet did mum. I can't do it myself, for I am helpless and dumb.
"I can't sit on a wall, I can't have a great fall. My spare parts are no more, those people are thrall."
"There is no king and his men, and the horses are gone, all given way to military-industrial dren."
Well, Mr. Toilet, the fighter jock blabbed, "We shall give you four staves and two rings for a cap."
"Put you together again, with our mightiest might, rest in the knowledge you'll be sealed up tight."
"I don't know about this", said crazy son with a smirk, "You're an educated man, an engineer and an HBS jerk."
"I truely have doubt, I don't think it will work. It looks quite suspicious and more apt to divert."
Fighter jock heard, and then he replied, "Oh yes it will. I'll just order those rings from the internet side."
"Both with them the rods, and voila, hoo-roff! The nasty flush, flushy heremetically sh'off'ed."
"Whatever you say," said the nut to his dad. But know, he knew better, that this was no plan.
After they had arrived, the parts in his hands, the son put it to stand, saw design problems and knew it a sham.
Literally so, since the plan was so flawed. The rig wouldn't quite fit, interference, oh God.
All was snugged up, and forced into place, the flow turned back on, and in the balance, T's fate.
And so the day went by, and leaks it did spring, just a drops here and there, despite the two rings.
It was taken apart, caulked and rehashed. But in the still of the night, the plans would be dashed.
Integrity checks, and all of that jazz, seem to be passed, without even a hint of the mat of the haz.
But when the night did fall, whilst all were asleep, trouble was roiling way down in the deep.
A dark fairy appeared, unbenknowst to the crew, a gremlin of sorts, with the power of spew.
And so high as high goes, it did verily blow. It woke the son from his slumber, right onto his toes.
And back to the deep he did dash, to see what begun. He heard the gush, gushing, the mush, mushing, second to none.
Just for a moment, to him a shadowy figure appeared, in the form of his mother not appearing too dear.
Only thing was, was it was, for trust, a delusion. This shadowy entity had found a solution.
Wake them all up, then blow it apart. Just get a new toilet and a proper new start.