Previously Published on Blog from the Bog . . .

There was a Gnat

in my toilet.  Just flying around

inside the bowl.  I tried to shoo it out.

Ignored, I flushed nothing, hoping

it would spook.  Finally, I could hold it

no longer, dropped my pants, prayed

it would not fly up my butt, then laughed

at the thought of the poor creatures surprise

when it gets hit with the first drops

of an unexpected golden shower.