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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