Our relationship warm and snug,
Intimacy not easy to define;
The closeness had been so benign -
What was there left to do but shrug?
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Security not guaranteed
No matter time and circumstance.
Unhinged by wear without distance,
Though despite my obvious need.
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A toilet seat ancient and bakelite,
It’s comfort nothing but supreme;
Search long but a win it would seem:
Aah, it’s surface so smooth and white…
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Author:
Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2026 19:57
- Comment from author about the poem: Search intensive with ultimate victory and a cost of $10 for fixings and $15 for postage/delivery…. Installation by me accompanied with much sweat and swearing.
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So many to choose from elongated, standard, padded, enameled, painted wood, heated. As for me I prefer a hole in a board in the outhouse. Good write Dave made me smile.
Thanks Soren. A familiar I was not prepared to give up on. Hunt really long as I did not find the right search terms for quite a while. I buy many items on line, including radio, TV, and Fridge over time , but this simple inexpensive purchase gave me more excitement than any of the rest...
You must be Flushed after all that . Is there a Foot STOOL near by? I'm on a ROLL with this ...
A good Write.
Thought it was love. Thought it was philosophy. It was bakelite. Supreme comfort indeed. Clearly written.
...and then entrances the Japanese washlet 🕊️🙏🚽
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