Did I really…?
Did I let loose?
Did I pee here?
Or is that apple juice?
Bulimia is serious, gross and sad,
but this time of year so tempting,
if only just a tad!
The cookies, the pies, so tasty!
All lying “Calories? Who, me?”
But instead of acting hasty,
I try to make myself see,
how much time would be spent here,
bending nose to bowl, over the place I pee!
OK, I didn’t pee here, I must confess,
I took my photos as if at a crime scene
Then slowly backed away from this latrine…
This place is so exotic,
Am I perhaps idiotic,
for finding the lock mildly erotic?
And these sinks are psychotic!
They’re, like, sensibly rob0tic!
Hey, I’m hip, daddy-o,
And I see you’re a hepcat, too.
All those squares out on the patio
Ain’t allowed in this crazy loo.
If you’re a square
And think this is unfair
Then go read some Voltaire
‘n get out of my hair.
I followed a leprachaun
to get his pot of gold, all for me!
but all I found when he was gone
was a toilet bowl yellow with pee.