The Traps
Lesley doesn’t like the theme of today’s poem. However I am sure I am not alone in my dislike of using public WCs.
Am I alone? Apologies if it is just my warped view of the world!
The Trap
Is it me?
Or am I the only one
Who doesn’t like to use
A public WC?
It’s not the urinals I’m talking about
But the traps
Often full of crap
With toilet roll
Damp and disgusting
Left there by the last
Inconsiderate chap
Fuck
There’s no hook
To hang up your coat
Need care to avoid
Your trousers
Being sodden being soiled
It freaks me out
To see someone’s feet
Peering from under
The neighbouring pew
All this after having to queue
Often left there hovering
My bowels resisting
Dumping in this tiny space
This hideous place
I’m struggling to start
Put off by the bloke
Next door
Who emits
A bloody enormous fart
Thank god I’m finished
Time to play hide and seek
With the thinnest
Toilet roll tightly rolled up
So no one gets any
Gets right in a strop
As I fiddle around
The dispenser not dispensing
My anger increasing
The bloke next door
Listening
As I vainly attempt
To do the necessary
Finally I’m done
Certainly no fun
A nightmare solution
To the daily excretion!
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