Humor about a bathroom that seems to be shrinking...or is it? |
Originally Written for Writer's Cramp Prompt: write a poem or story entitled: No Room in the Bathroom. Write about a member of the family who tells it like it is: his/her problem – only one bathroom for a whole large family. NO ROOM IN THE BATHROOM - A CONVERSATION Wife: Dear husband of mine -- My true Love divine, Sorrow has crinkled my brow. For I trot to the loo, To do as I do, And find I’m constricted somehow. In such a tight place, There isn’t much space, I'm sure there was once more than that. For the life of my mother, I cannot uncover, Why now I can’t sit where I’ve sat. Husband: Olivia, my sweet -- With quaint little feet, I’m grieved that you suffer this way. The house is no taller, And bathroom no smaller, Than when we first came here to stay. Wife: But, Henry for sure, You’re being demure, Of course you have seen as I do-- When I get to the pot, Preparing to squat, My knees rub the tub, not true? Husband: Dear Mother that spawned, Six girls and one son, I pray no assault to your ear. ‘Tis not only your knees, That have grown by degrees, But your top and your middle, and rear. Wife: Now listen you coot! You wretched old brute -- A litter I’ve born lyin' beside ‘ya. Your money’s not squandered Your shirts are all laundered Now build me a bathroom that’s wid'a!! 36 Lines |