This is an awesome poem that I wrote

Toilets and Hand Grenades

The hand grenade was in ... my hand
So hand grenade-ish
Like an over-grown green, lumpy egg
.... with ... a pin sticking out of the top

I could see the toilet in the distance
Sitting there ... all toilet-ish looking
Waiting to get waste dumped in it
Urging someone to flush it

As I look from the hand grenade, to the toilet
I realize that something must be done
Something to finalize the situation afoot
Alas!! An idea leaps to mind

I pull the pin from the hand grenade
... and stare at
Waiting to commence the deed
That has been ingrained in my soul

With a light toss
I chuck the hand grenade into the toilet
And as it lands with a soft splash
I know that I have succeeded

As I walk away from the scene of the crime
I can hear the explosion from the hand grenade
And as I walk on
A chunk of toilet lands 4 feet in front of me

I return
And as I approach my Master
“The dark deed you have requested is done Sir.”
He smiles at my success