Title: Ode to the Public Throne
In the realm where porcelain reigns,
Where nature’s call ever pertains,
Lies a chamber we all know,
A public lavatory’s grand chateau.
A kingdom of cubicles, row on row,
That’s where we all eventually go,
When coffee’s power we cannot fight,
Or a burrito’s might comes to light.
Oh, the public toilet, so refined,
A sanctuary for every behind.
A seat of honor, cold and bare,
Where we place our derrieres with care.
The hand dryer’s warm, inviting breeze,
The soap dispenser that always teases,
And let’s not forget the paper towels,
That come to rescue bowel scowls.
And then there’s always that one stall,
That somehow seems the best of all,
Till you discover, with a shock,
The toilet paper’s out of stock!
The graffiti etched on every door,
Tales of love, and myths of yore,
Anonymously we all share,
Our thoughts, while sitting there.
Sometimes it’s a game of chance,
A delicate, porcelain dance.
Will the flush be meek and mild?
Or a water vortex gone wild?
Yet despite its quirks, oh public throne,
We’d be lost without your scone.
For when nature’s call is loud and clear,
It’s you we seek, it’s you we cheer!
So here’s to you, public restroom,
A place of relief, not of gloom.
An ode to your humble service,
Keeping us from nervousness.
Next time you’re in that sacred space,
Remember to leave it a better place,
For we’re all knights of this round stall,
In the public toilet’s grand hall.