Sink Monster Poem by JJ Evendon

I am a hole in a sink.
I don’t care what people think.
Flushed with success and full of pride,
I swallow everything inside.
Hair, nail cuttings, toothpaste, spit and dirt too,
It may sound awful to some of you.
But then again I thank the person above it’s not worst,
I could be something you sit on when you’re about to burst.
I’m not a loo and therefore cannot complain.
You see everything you give me goes down the drain.
I know I’m going to get a lovely feast
when I see you wash your hands, face or feet.
So next time before you do just look into the hole and you might just see
something strange - what can that be?
A pair of red staring eyes, a dark furry face
whose teeth love chomping at your waste.