Sushi went in; and water came out.
Who was the culprit, the cause of my shouts.
"Was it the salmon," "or was it the trout?"
"Was it the shrimp; that caused me this doubt?"
The porcelain verbrates; from the powerful spout.
Then slows to a trickle, "is it all out?"
The culprit escaped, this violent bout.
But sushi is something, I can't live without.