I wonder how it got here.
It must have parasailed.
It must have crashed landed.
It’s parachute must’ve failed.

Two legs by the plughole,
Four legs by the door.
Body twitching over in the corner,
another casualty of war.

Millions of eyes watch me,
as I approach in my Army hat.
I raise today’s paper like a symbolic peace-offering,
then quickly squash him flat.

Dan Brown

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bits-of-something-in-the-shower/