Toilet Seat
Sat upon a pondering consternation
Seems one had poetic constipation
When butt’s never moves writer’s block
One sits on it, nothing seams to happen
One grunts, moans; even passing inert gas.
Oh seat, how thee tests, thee artistic patience
Have things to do, but every time I arise
My but, falls back, knows something coming
Hear all those sounds; say something, something
All right, all ready, let the music movement begin.
THS 1966 Poet
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I never found sitting on a toilet seat as inspirational, and left as soon as my business was done. But poems, while not as wordsmithing as yours always came easily, often within 15 minutes or so while not having a clue what I was going to write before sitting down before the computer.
You are right, napkins and toilet paper are not very good media for writing anything. But now almost everyone can text (not texted) poetry on their cell phones almost anywhere.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane