The Two Seater
Today we
celebrated
And burned the outhouse
down,
With our new inside
plumbing
We’re living right
uptown.
Now we sit in
comfort
Without that chilly
draft,
That used to blow in
under,
And also fore and
aft!
The paper comes right off the
roll,
With little or no
fuss,
The catalog has gone its
way,
It’s no more use to
us.
The job that once took
minutes
Has stretched to lengthy
time,
And when I need to use
it
I have to get in
line.
The waiting is what bugs
me
And though I know it’s
neater,
There used to be, a lot more
room
Out back in our two
seater!
© Author: Loree (Mason) O’Neil
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