Huddled within a blanket
In a camping chair
Thats not quite right
Blinds down to shade the sleeping
Concerned over my failing sight
Gazing with disgust that HE over there
Stole my bloody bed!
Nose dripping with the draught dear
Which dances around my head
Feet as cold a kippers
Swaddled to avoid the floor
Laminates quite nice dear!
But bloody cold slips beneath the door
I'll brave china tiles for a tea dear
Exiting the blankets charm
Goosebumps, goose stepping
Rubbing my chilly arms
Head upstairs on itchy carpet
As the privvys in urgent need
It must be pretty cold dear
Five times ive already wee'd
Latch up and enter in dear
Why are bathrooms so coldly tiled
But wait! ive entered feet heaven
Sumptuously they are beguiled
Ahhhh....
Memory foam mat
I think its you that i do so adore
I seem to remember you made me smile
At least five times before
I think i should just stay seated
No need to lift my feet
Cold feet no longer an issue
Nay.... just a cold
Toilet seat
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.
You made me laugh...in the office. If you think the toilet seat is cold, try the x-ray plate. A well written poem.
A ribald romp to the privy and then the seat was icy.Delightfully funny to me, maybe not so for you
makes me glad I live in south Texas where toilet seats are always warm, if not outright hot. great poem.
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..........: -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha! Fun one! They should make a memory foam toilet seat. -c