For too long I have been deprived
The nectar that fulfils our lives
The golden stream of sweetest taste
To fill a toilet, such a waste

I search for her scent, night and day
To offer myself for no pay
I shall serve as her loyal throne
Wherever she goes, town or home

Her bladder need not fill or strain
My mouth shall save her from such pain
A simple squat upon my face
My eager mouth shall catch her waste

In the background I shall wait
Keeping track of when she ate
My noble charge, till I do die
Nose in blue pubes, eyes to the sky