Original - Bathroom Poem by Don Haney

On my throne I reflect on the day
My mind relaxed as stress drifts away
In my hand I hold my pen
Think what to write, and then I begin
Quite sanctitude of a tiny room
Through the window rays of light from the moon
I hear tiny droplets of water
I need to fix that, Oh what a bother
I can hear someone call out for dad
To leave my shrine now would be oh so bad
I hear the phone ring off in the distance
A knock at my door I begin to tense
I know for now my quite time is o're
But when I return I'll relax once more!