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Peter perpetually found himself pissing
On poop-stains that painted the bowl,
Pete’s powerful pee-stream projected forth hissing,
Propelling with practiced control.
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He fragmented floaters with frolicsome ease,
In a golden, mercurial dance,
Then he’d curse at the sky and he’d fall to his knees
When the splash-back would pepper his pants.
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Buttercup's House 
Well doesn’t that flow nicely!