There wasn't a toilet in sight.
Imagine my terrible plight:
My dinner was all the way through,
So what in the world could I do?
The moss made a comfortable seat.
I tried to be very discreet.
No trace of pollution I'd leave;
The answer was right up my sleeve.
The paper I instantly burned,
But since, I'm afraid I have learned
That moss can be flammable too.
Sh** happens—this could have been you.
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