Each treasure chest hiding fools gold

Key opens to creepy coins untold

Speak now or forever hold you piece

Try a different key

The key to the door

Ah so the potion has you too small

Or to small to contain the situation

But in a clever fox is an answer

A simple elegant one

Perhaps to easy

To be real

I never think the easy way took me far

And my dreams eventually lead to a giant door

Guarded by a giant with a battle axe

And a little goblin in his head

To fun he said

To fun

The Goblin King is in the Tower

Clock is moving every hour.
Hello lamp post

What you doing

I come to see the flowers growing

Ain't you got no love for me

Feeling goofy

Feeling goofy

All is lonely

Watching flowers as they're growing

De la de la de da

Feeling goofy.


The tempest 

Can not topple a house a cards

Poker is being played

Strait faces are understood

Suddenly a good person appears

It is Robin Hood

Giving as any fictional character could

And his arrow fly's in the night

To make it alright

That all is good and fine

Till midnight

Then the king laughs

And we all laugh

And the cast of comedy central laugh

We all had a party

And drank very bubbly wine.
The show must go on

The players must get into position

As the characters rehearse for the action

So 

Actors are ready for the excitement

As it is so 

That all the world is a stage

Marvelous ain't it 

Everyone has their entrances and exits

Romeo did what he could

But we all know that story good

With blood on hands

We all give a hand

For that is the way that you like it

We know we must be

So then again 

The show must go on

The stage is set

For an enthralled audience 

Who thinks they are at a show

And not a part of it.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!