Toilet Humour Number 2
A poetry club challenge of the month poem!
Now some come here to sit and think
And some come here to pooh and stink
but i come here to scratch my balls
and read the writing on the walls
For many years I've known this rhyme
And it has stood the test of time
unlike so many public lavs
no longer shown on our satnavs
And so the question must be asked
From where can someone now broadcast
toilet humour full and meaty,
some crude, amusing, graffiti
maybe a wall made from cement
or on a local monument
beware a backlash that's fierce
if you scrawl over Ruth Pierce
So we need toilets here and now
for poetry that's not highbrow
'Cos when you have to really think
Go try somewhere that has a stink
which brings me back to poems old
to smile at that which was foretold
So here I sit, broken hearted
paid a penny, only farted
Copyright © The Didds | Year Posted 2019
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