The Little Bucket

My friend and fellow PCV Sean sent me a Christmas card with this poem. I
think Peace Corps makes people crazy, and hilarious, and hyper-focused on
their GI tract.

The Little Bucket
by Sean Rubens

There once was a little bucket used to store fat.
But in one meal the family made sure to cook with all that.
The little bucket was sad since now it had no purpose.
Hoping that it would be used as storage, perhaps a thermos.
The little bucket ended up as a visitor's choo.
However, the visitor was afraid that the little bucket would overflow.
The little bucket hoped in time that the visitor and it would be friends
with some luck,
And one night the visitor couldn't hold it and said, "What the f***".
The little bucket and the visitor became best of mates.
Now they get together for vomiting and short call dates.