Here's an old favourite:
Tensing, straining, holding muscles
Contort stance and visage
Breaks for readjustment
Turtle’s head touching cloth
Sitting, pensive, relief from strain
Stomach empty yet full
Adjusted and cleansed
But still the remnants
Are leaving on parachutes
Of fairy’s wing
Dented and creased re-cycled
The silvering handle makes
The orifice sing
And all is gone
Round the bend
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