An Ode To The Commode

For the IP challenge I acquired a commode,
but aware of its purpose, was careful not to goad 
the unwary or those of more delicate mode

It stood by the wall under heavy disguise
a handsome gent with golden veneer and ornate design
with serpentine form and clandestine intent

'Good heavens,' they said, 'what on earth is that,
that dandy of a chest with the elaborate face,
brazen and shapely and completely out of place?'

'It's a commode,' I chuckled, 'and it fulfils its brief
by providing drawers and shelves and blessed relief
to those in fear of dampness and grief '

I flung back the doors with theatrical relish
in order to cherish their awe and wonder 
as they rested their gaze on its elaborate guzunder

Laughter broke out as they stared at the pot
'That's not what it seems,' they chortled with pride
'It can't be a guzunder when it guzinside'

From that moment on we cast asunder 
all wrong belief that the name guzunder
could ever be applied to a pot that guzinside

The handsome commode of serpentine form
now contains an added rider, that all pennies spent 
are discretely dispensed and received by the guzinsider