Ode to the Toilet Seat
[co-authored by Katie Hannon and Matthew Rock]
[co-authored by Katie Hannon and Matthew Rock]
Here’s to you, oh great white porcelain bowl.
After weeks of hovering above your concrete step-brother
I find sweet relief in resting upon your smooth, sterile surface.
No longer do I fear the call of nature,
And cringe in horror as kamikaze insects dive bomb my battleship.
Now I can breathe easy, lying in your sweet clean TLC.
My audience has dwindled to one.
With thanksgiving I sit in solitude, no longer on the other side of a feedsack door
As the peeping tom roosters have been left …behind.
Though I now sit next to a used-toilet-paper wastebasket
It is a small price to pay, dear toilet seat,
For your love.
