Huddled within a blanket
In a camping chair
Thats not quite right
Blinds down to shade the sleeping
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I'll not try to figure out the bits that are true, it's very funny.
you are so clever, , , , , how do you get such topics to right you are so brilliant.....you think so much you put so much efforts, karen love your poems than of anyone else so lovely, so beautiful.............great idea.....so openmindinded u are..........your thinking reaches the heights of skies and also the depths of grounds what a lovely work so great poems...............10/10 on every poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! only few can write such poems......you are god gifted really........you were on poem hunter for so long but I never read your poems.but today I am overjoyed.......lovely................................................ love you dear..........: -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -)
It's always so cold here in GB and with soaring costs of energy who can afford to put up the heating, and that cold toilet seat brrrrrrrrrrrrr! ! Love this write Karen, and so very amusing.
makes me glad I live in south Texas where toilet seats are always warm, if not outright hot. great poem.
A ribald romp to the privy and then the seat was icy.Delightfully funny to me, maybe not so for you
You made me laugh...in the office. If you think the toilet seat is cold, try the x-ray plate. A well written poem.
The use of repetition 'dear' in an accusing or scolding or resolute and bedraggled manner adds distinctly to the narrators displeasure. The frank need to pee and dread turned to victory and pleasurable comfort brought the piece nicely to its conclusion while the last line brilliant and humorously proves, you cannot have it all. Ah to dream. Reminds me of Liza Doolittle and her desires for security as creature comforts.
Lol it's all true. Unbelievably