MY TOOTHBRUSH DROWNED IN A TOXIC POND

My toothbrush fell into the toilet, before it had been flushed,

It was like family, that toothbrush, so now I'm completely crushed,

My 5 siblings hit the toilet first,

None flush, afraid pipes will burst,

Now I must decide my friend's sad fate, I will not be rushed.

WINTER SETTLES IN

Winter months have settled in,

Subzero temps make my blue skin,

I know good folk would say I sin,

I warm myself with homemade gin,

The methanol gives me death's grin,

I now rest with the demons, mostly kin.