Aunt Maise Searches For Toilet
Aunt Maise was a decorator, not well known, but fine.
Her attitude was catchy, her enthusiasm crossed a line.
I loved being around her, and remember spending a day
Where we ran from store to store, looking for a toilet for play.
She had designed a bathroom in orange, not tan or black or gray.
She wanted to include a tangerine toilet, a splash of happy play.
We found one but it was not “the utmost most gorgeous or sublime”.
She kept going until she had procured ones in tangerine and lime.
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