Read a witty blog on toilet humor, and something moved me. (Thanks, Kunal Thakore, and his blog Random Rants Ruminations Ramblings.)

Ruminations From A Little Room.

There are times, times when Nature calls
When on the verge but the urge stalls;
After arriving white-knuckled,
Zipping down, belt unbuckled,
Then taking your seat with indecent haste
You find yourself sat, with time to waste.

What a tedious place to be confined,
In a silent cubicle, in a bind.

But no poet minds being ‘unavoidably detained,’
Sitting, pondering, mind wandering unrestrained,
I refuse to sit idly by,
I’ve pen and paper, triple ply…
Now my tale is told, and in reasonable rhyme,
A half-decent job, given the constraints of time.

It’s a bit slap-dash, it won’t win any poetry prize
But this gutsy effort still brings tears to my eyes.

(This is as close to the edge of bad taste as I tread. And who wants to tread any deeper?)

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