Which Floor Are Your Restrooms On? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The only answer I will accept to my question,
Is the one given...
That I am to understand.
Anything else that is less specific,
Is a performance.
A song and dance routine.
And any other day 'but' today,
I would have been prepared to critique.
But time like that to give becoming more precious,
I would prefer my question to be answered...
Without the benefit of your dramatics,
Or the added tour.
Today...
And please don't take my comments to offend!
I would like your response as quick and direct,
With your making that possible.

'I understand.
But neither am I here...
To listen to anyone's sermon.
Now...
What was your question?
I had forgotten how simple it was to answer.'

I had asked...
Which floor are your restrooms on?

'The second.'

That's all.
What was so difficult about that?

'You looked as if you had something else on your mind.'

I didn't.
But...
Mother Nature has come to change all of that.
Second floor?

'Yes.
And don't hurt yourself by rushing.'