My Least Best Failing
The restrooms here are fairly clean
And let me tell you why
They have a new-fangled machine
That (to the naked eye)
Looks far too clean to try
It has a button labelled "press"
And let me tell you this
I found it caused extreme distress
And made it hard to piss
But at least I didn't miss
The second I'd done up my fly
I knew I was a guy
The moment I was back outside
I took a look around
A bridegroom and a blushing bride
Were rolling on the ground
Athwart my burial mound
I tried to turn away, but then
Recalled my wedding night
And heard her stolid snore again
Which caused me to take flight
Yet no wind for my kite
The second I'd upswept my hair
I knew I didn't care
I tried to turn away, and now
I rather lost control
I'm really not quite certain how
I learned to "Rock 'n' Roll"
Much less to stop and stroll
And so, without a safety-net
I'm walking a fine line
I think it's time we made a bet
And sealed our pact with wine
That would be so divine
The second I'd eaten the pie
I knew I soon would barf
The restrooms here are fairly clean
I have forgotten why
But after all the sights I've seen
I've given up the Windowlene
I'll stick to Scotch and Rye
And so, with drink and potty picked,
I think I'll flit away
I think this poem's finished
Contributors: | F, Padfoot, Beefy, Ethetran, loaf, Roland, TG, Kansas Sam, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 8th October 2003 by Anon.. |