Last night upon returning home from yet another unpleasant commute (in addition to dampening the spirits of one and all, the rain seems to have slowed down commute times to a snail's pace) I confronted a jarring sight in my front yard.
As most jarring sights do, it inspired me. So I wrote about it.
To imagine, I think, it is hard,
a toilet
In my front yard.
How it got there I know not
This ugly porcelain pot.
It torments me
This toilet
That once was filled with pee.
On a tree stump
It sits
Awaiting another dump.
I pray it soon disappears
This toilet
That once hosted so many rears.
When I get home today
It better be gone
Or sit on it I may.
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