The Loo

The loo sits there all crisp and clean
Just waiting for a friendly bum to see
It's boring at times just waiting there
But 'oh yes' someone's having a wee
The flush gives the loo a quick bath
Then the waiting game again it's to be
Sitting there all alone for quite some time
Another bum returns for a poo and a wee
There are times of course when you see a face
These are special moments in a loo's life
For the bum is not the loveliest of sights
Problems down there can be full of strife
Sometimes you get to share a long time
With a bum who simply can't go
They push and heave and still no sign
Then suddenly a sigh of relief with "oh"
As I said before a face to see is a treat
This only happens after too many drinks
A dodgy meal, or maybe a virus or two
A throwing up face visits me and sinks
So next time you sit on your loo
Give a little thought with whom you are sat
Remembering how we are always there
Without question, catching your sick, wee and crap