A Poem

Who am I?
Who indeed?
A friend in need?
A friend in tweed?
I suffer greed, to you I plead,
I plea to you,
What can you do?
Can you assuage?
Can you massage?
My decollage?
My entourage?
Throw me a bone,
Down from your throne.
And don't forget to flush.

Man I've been here for a long time.