Gremlin in my Toilet

There is a gremlin in my toilet; I do not know what to make of it. There is a gremlin in my toilet; I have not seen nor heard of him. There is a gremlin in my toilet; I'm not sure if it's something I ate. There is a gremlin in my toilet; they say he's small and friendly, but I've also heard he's made of toxic bubbles, foams from the teeth and jaw and does not like company. There's a gremlin in my toilet; at times I'm scared, others I'm amused, mostly I forget. There's a gremlin in my toilet; I think I'm beginning to hear what he says; he speaks at night, from the porcelain bowl, his voice at a sharp whisper that rings off flat surfaces; he speaks in nonsense and what he calls garbuldeegook. There's a gremlin in my toilet; last night we conversed. There's a gremlin in my toilet; I wonder what there is to make of my bathroom. There's a gremlin in my toilet; I shower in fear. There's a gremlin in my toilet; I've been constipated for years. There's a gremlin in my toilet; I can't invite anyone over to my home. There's a gremlin in my toilet; together, we've been alone; for ten thousand years and seventy-two days, we've tried to get to know each other from a distance and now have decided to move place. There's a gremlin in my toilet; we are now in deep space; we moved the bathroom to a rocket ship and have set sail for the future or present. There's a gremlin in my toilet; 5 years ago we came an inch closer to a great black hole; spacetime stretched and curved so deep, we were caught in pure wonder with all the new years we have been given. There's a gremlin in my toilet; he speaks and I rhyme; I've been trying to break the habit, but my grey beard won't stop dripping with fear. There's a gremlin in my toilet; we tried to return home; seven black holes in eighty-seven millennia, light has stretched beyond our comprehension. There's a gremlin in my toilet; I think boredom will kill us tomorrow; we are lost in deep space, no place to go. There's a gremlin in my toilet; I've now crawled in his bowl; we have never made eye contact, but have been more comfortable in our talking; his back is pressed to my spine and sometimes we sing. There's a gremlin in my toilet; the ship, I'm sure, one day will crash; what into or how violently I'll never know; I am stuck in the toilet forever, my feet have outgrown me; it's quite uncomfortable, but so is life, so it hasn't been hard to live with. There's a gremlin in my toilet; I'm not sure if it's a carcass now; we have ventured so far in time, but it turns out we haven't gone too far in space; I'm sad as I deteriorate now, I'm not sure what my friends would think; earth is so far away and this astronauting life makes no sense. There's a gremlin in my toilet; we should both be dead tomorrow; this has been a true story, but what's true about it shall be gone with the morning.