The restroom has nice toilet paper.
That will not scratch his rump.
It is a good place for taking big dumps.
It doesn't smell too bad.
A really bad smell would make him so sad.
He would lose hope.
If it didn't have any hand soap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever presentation of the fussiness and bemoanedness and worry we all face and fear about entering the bathroom. Such an intrinsic element to being alive! So complicated!