Some people may cringe, some people waver indeed for the place where you do this dirty deed.
A different type of space not so wonderful a place, foreign to those who call home a European throne.
Invention is the offspring of necessity it seems, but the inventive eye is blind in this blood stream.
A terrible terrible act must I lay upon such a perfect creation, as the train departs from the station.
I look down at the hole; I contemplate my fate, wishing that dinner had never left my plate.
My heart leapt upward as pant flew downward, aye gritted my teeth as the train rumbled onward.
I finished my deed with my dignity in tact staring at the place where I had just placed my crack.
It didn’t seem so scary, no, not too bad; however being done made me woefully glad.
I stared and I wondered at the dastardly hole and how it had gotten so much pain and woe.
Not a hole in the ground but a throne indeed; the most primitive of act lined with porcelain gleams.
It’s simple it easy and it might make one queasy, but this throne is just that; not ugly or sleazy.
So fear not my friends for the hole that never ends is the perfect place to place your rear-end.
~NL
Take that John Keats.
Through all the grime
Through all the slime
You did the crime
You made it rhyme
Such a clever and witty bit of writing…had to laugh.
Oh the squatty. I’ve seen a few of those in my 20 months of living overseas. Funny that my roommate and I also refer to ‘deed’ when we talk about these things. And you’re right, they actually aren’t that bad once you get used to them. Although using one on a moving train is always a bit interesting. And sometimes the smell; that just can’t ever be adjusted to.
Thanks for the laugh.
I have lived in Japan for 11 of the last 21 years – my motto is, “I’ll walk a mile for Western Style!”