In Deep Sh** (VH)


Vala Hafstað's picture

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.

In the news: Inadequate Toilet Facilities Lead to Fire

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