The Cargo on Board

A tugboat was pushing a barge. I wondered just who was in charge For the cargo on board, Which I wish I’d ignored, Raised some issues which somehow loomed large. Porta-potties were lined up in rows. Full or empty? Too far for my nose, But the thought of that load Being merrily towed Made me hope there was naught to dispose. Certain subjects make some people blush, With activities often hush-hush, So those toilets afloat May make many take note That it’s better to deal with a flush.