Nothing to go on…

Toilet stolen,

Yes the throne was pinched,

The john appropriated,

No more can a loaf be pinched…

No more can we see a man about a horse,

The “loo” has been taken of course,

This all received from an inside source,

Those that lost it are in extreme remorse…

Gotta hold it back,

Squeeze your legs together,

Bounce them up and down,

For without a place to take a leak,

Better you would be to find a creek…

Squatting in the bushes,

Does the pope sh** in the woods?

No paper to wipe, leaves are plentiful,

Watch though where you squat,

That plant maybe ivy or oak,

Afterwards you will have to soak,

That area in Epsom salts & coke,

And no more for a short time, will you be able to stroke…

          © ed ~ 10/17/04