IÂ’m not a high brow poet,
Like Maya Angelou,
IÂ’m just a low brow janitor
Who rhymes a line or two.
I sing while cleaning bathroom stalls,
My musicÂ’s soon a rife.
And out my alter-ego jumpsÂ…..
I have another life.

I become the Toilet Tenor,
With an operatic voice,
The sinks, commodes and urinals
Become my audience of choice.
I sing my favorite operas,
With no one else around,
For others donÂ’t appreciate
My great melodic sound.

I sing like Pavarotti:
His voice, not good as mine.
I sing ‘Oh Solo Mio’
While I make them faucets shine.
An aria from ‘Carmen’
(My ‘Toreador’s renowned)
My boss just came and asked me,
“Was that the baying of a hound?”

But IÂ’m the Toilet Tenor,
My voice is magnifique.
But no more ‘Pagliacci’
ThatÂ’s the third cracked mirror this week.
Now for my finale,
‘Nessum Dorma’ how delighting.
IÂ’ll just ignore those who say,Â’
I sound like two cats fighting

For IÂ’m the Toilet Tenor,
No others voice surpasses,
As I sing while I clean
The place you wipe your........glasses.
IÂ’m the greatest Toilet Tenor
Although you wince and moan.
But I would flush it all awayÂ…Â….
To be a bathroom baritone.

03/29/2005

Author's Note: **Dedicated to Enrico Caruso….who would probably roll over in his grave, after he heard ME sing.

Posted on 03/29/2005
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