A TOAST TO CLEAN TOILETS AND THOSE WHO CLEAN THEM
Water-Loo?
Lift a glass, make a toast,
To lovely people sans glory,
Who should be paid so much more,
For maintaining the lavatory.
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There is little praise,
And scarce appreciation,
For those wonderful people,
Supporting the “comfort station”.
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So many thrones,
Come to mind,
Where I may not again,
Place my behind.
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The latrines of Marines,
Like memories stirred.
Are burned in our heads,
As warmer seats were preferred.
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Toast those who do,
Tasks that we prefer not to,
Keeping the potty from being spotty,
And becoming our water-loo.
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.~Micky Dee~
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LIFT THE LID SID!
All of life,
Seems to be a test.
Perhaps particularly,
When you “take a rest”.
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Away from home,
We take a chance,
At public toilets,
To drop our pants.
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We often have no choice,
When nature calls.
An urgent voice,
Pulls us to public stalls.
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Men and women,
Sprinkle when they tinkle,
But all to often,
There’s another wrinkle.
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Public thrones,
Can shock and awe.
And many have cursed,
At what they saw.
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Empty urinals,
Hang on walls.
As aimless men,
Hose down stalls.
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And what does,
The offender find most fond?
It is that over-used,
Last chance “port-a-john”.
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And are some surprised,
As they discover,
That they’ve made a mess,
When they hover?
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Carefully control,
Your sprinkling splatter.
And especially,
That fecal matter!
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Please be discrete,
When you excrete.
Make your rest complete!
Leave a clean seat!
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~Micky Dee~
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Lift the lid Sid!
Raise the seat Pete!
Wash the throne Tyrone!
Don’t miss Chris!
Clean the place Grace!
Keep a clean privy Livvy!
Sanitize the head Fred!
Wipe the stool fool!
It’s a stall for all y’all!
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Today I salute the Federal "rest areas" across America-
................................and those wonderful people who labor - for US!
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