Lisa's Tale of the Toiletry Gaol.


LISA’S TALE OF THE TOILETRY GAOL

This is a tale, of sorrow and woe,
The day that Lisa, got stuck in the poe,
All alone in the office, at the end of the day
Knowing no-one, would be coming this way.

The handle fell off, on the outside of the door,
Immediately she realised, the situation was poor
No back-up to be had, if you’ll pardon the pun,
Cos toiletry habits, are not something that’s fun.

The others had gone, and as you do,
She needed a visit to the ladies, the loo.
No phone , no hand bag, no help within coo-ee
And all she had wanted, was a last minute wee!

What to do, what to do, no way to get out
No one to hear, her pleas in a shout
Oh what a thought,  oh what a plight
Surely not trapped in the loo for the night

The only idea. The window up high,
Through which she had, a glimpse of the sky
And with fortitude and cunning, and a small rubbish bin,
She vowed to get out of this annoying lock-in.

With feet on the bowl, not a usual sight,
She bashed at the glass with all of her might
At first nothing would give, her temper a-fray
But she bashed and she hit till the window gave way

Scrambling and crawling, not a lady-like pose,
One leg in the window, how, no-one knows.
Head strains to poke through  and arms all a-flail
She emerges at last from the toiletry gaol

Oh, how it stinks, when you’re locked in the dunny,
And no I don’t think this is something that’s funny,
But when Lisa next goes for her last minute pee,
She’ll be sure that the lock, has an internal key


With Much Love,
Always.
Papa Bear. xo


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