I frequented the Water Closet [WC].
The Loo made me giddy.
Squatting in the Out House
I got splinters in my butt.
Never went into the Little Boy’s Room,
although it would have been a giggle to do so.
Toilets are a necessity in a civilized life.
Never occurred to me, though,
that the Porcelain Throne would become my God.
Growing old is a bitch.