Toilet Seat – A Poem

Trying to do my business

As quietly as I can,

I fill the loo with paper

And turn on the fan.

 

Relieved

I quickly stand up,

Now that I am finished.

But

SLAM.

Horrorstruck,

My jeans catch on the seat.

My newfound confidence,

Diminished.

 

Oh, ground please swallow me up

I should have taken more care.

Now everybody knows

What I was doing in there!

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