The call we can't ignore

narrative verse

 

The call we can’t ignore

 

When I was young so long ago

 an inside toilet was to me

epitome of luxury.

We had no choice we had to go.

 

To the outside lavatory

 trudge down the yard through rain and snow

We suffered untold misery.

I can recall it vividly.

 

A stump of candle for a light.

Squares of newspaper on a string

It was no haven of delight

and all the while the draught whistling.

 

It used to be an earth closet

but we had progressed to a loo

Most usually the floor was wet

 a home made duck board had to do

 

Today I sit upon the throne

in my bathroom warm and dry

 and ponder on the loos I’ve known

I know I am a lucky guy.

 

From footprint loos in the east

 to ultra modern super loos

It doesn’t matter in the least.

We have to go we can’t refuse.

 

I sit content and contemplate.

The softly quilted toilet roll

 and all the latest up to date

systems with which I can control

 

The heat and the humidity

 and spray sweet perfumes in the air.

Such decadence and luxury.

I do not find too hard to bear.

 

07/07/2009

 

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Reviews

[papaed]

Those of us with such memories need to share them with a generation that has only known such luxuries. A carefully structured eight stanzas and an intro line that speaks the truth. The wetness of that floor seems to still haunt you and maybe the image of rough newspaper scratching roughly in sensitive areas... as well as its ineffectiveness at its purpose. The throne is a favorite spot to write for many famous people... not the least of which was Martin Luther. But his writing was a little more dry and serious.

Another great write my friend.

Peace and Love,
papaed

[Brown Bull]

Interesting story here. I enjoyed reading it.
BB