Short Lavatory Poems

Short Lavatory Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lavatory by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lavatory by length and keyword.


Sob Story

That's how I perceived it to be,
Sitting in my lavatory;
After stress and strain
I could not abstain
From writing a real sob story.
fun
Form: Limerick


Risky Stupidity

Larry, oh poor, miserable Larry,
there is nothing wrong being gay;
but was it worth pursuing ecstasy 
inside a public men's lavatory?
Form:

Ladies Last

The ladies stood in a long queue
The mayor thought they might sue
With their knees together
In all kinds of weather
They await their turn in the loo
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Morning Glory - For Chris Green

This isn’t a fisherman’s story - Chris woke to a huge morning glory But until it goes down Poor Chris wears a big frown As he can’t use the lavatory! Posted with kind permission of Chris Green Inspired by banter after reading his poem ‘When I look at you’ 01~13~17
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

Have you heard the story,
in all of it's fun and glory.
It is about a young girl named Lori,
she went with a boy named John Dory.
She went running to the lavatory,
was this going to become inflammatory?
Eating blue cheese and old pickles each day,
sitting by the bay.
Her boyfriend John Dory just wanted to play,
she kept saying no way.
Now on her birthday,
she is getting a baby not a blue jay.
Form: Rhyme


Places I'Ve Peed Haiku Series

1
Sun glints off ripples
Play of light in sheltered cove
Scenic lavatory

2
Backyard full of stars
Footsteps crack on frozen grass
Moonlit lavatory

3
Forested mountain side
Above twisting single track
Rider’s lavatory

4
Over arid land
Falling rain evaporates
Hot Aussie dunny

5
Sandy beach stretches
Tropical coral waters
Pristine lavatory

6
Beneath St. Paul’s dome
Lies manicured garden
Monumental lav.
Form: Haiku

Tyler, Sunday Morning

Dark as a demon, but with the soul of
an angel, he's a Portuguese Water 
Dog who's never been to sea, but, as 
he oughta, he loves water, and highly
proprietary when you're watching 
TV, downtime is shared, so it's his paw
on your foot, or else it's his head. 
Morning ablutions, one leg in the air, 
he waters a thicket, which wakes up a 
cricket who begins to sing. The world 
is his lavatory. Noblesse Obligatory. 
It's a Water Dog thing.

                   for my granddog...
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ballad

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