THE DOOR I ADORE, THEODORE
In “Gents” not deterred by detergents
Emergency urge showed emergence
“Phew” after poo I had pooh-poohed
Took issue with tissues not issued.
The door, Theodore, out of order
Air dour, at this hour, due to odour
Lacking some luck in looking for lock
Sucks, I’m unstuck… where’s my sock?
“Eureka”, excreta did peter with hose on
But cotton on bottom is not what I’m hot on
Braying with blazin’ abrasion that’s brazen
Facing the farce of an arse like a raisin