DENY EVERYTHING

I writ a poem while in the loo Not busy, nothing else to do I writ it on some toilet paper Recapturing some of a lost night’s caper It seem so quickly things go wrong Woke up this morning in a thong Somehow it seems to fit just right Not too loose, not too tight My co-conspirators will give me thanks When I fill in those missing blanks OH, someone pounding on the door The paper’s gone, I’ll write no more