Ode to the Toilet Seat
co-blogged by Matthew Rock and Katie Hannon
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 feed sack 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.
