Ode to the Toilet

it was told by those in the know,

(by an editor of course)

that she would like to see poetry

unlike the rest.

She had yawned over moonlight,

slept with the stars,

felt numbed over love,

kissed cheeked children's verse goodbye,

and was ready,

so very ready

for something new.

To her I speak,

of such matters that reek

of poetry

that is, well,

unexpected.

As I sit on my throne,

such the princess at home,

I ponder

that in my humble abode,

I find I can unload

all the worries, frustrations and hassles of life,

and find such comfort

in the absence of strife.

Not crimson, nor star like

nor beauteous thus,

it sits all alone,

until

with eyes askance,

we all take our place

and dutifully,

groan.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014