Our relationship warm and snug,
Intimacy not easy to define;
The closeness had been so benign -
What was there left to do but shrug?
***
Security not guaranteed
No matter time and circumstance.
Unhinged by too close our distance,
Though despite my desperate need.
***
A toilet seat ancient and bakelite,
Comfort superlative, supreme;
Search long but I won it would seem:
Aah, it’s surface so smooth and white…
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- 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...
Most welcome Dave it is often the simple that gives the most pleasure
You must be Flushed after all that . Is there a Foot STOOL near by? I'm on a ROLL with this ...
A good Write.
My stools have have never been as neat as that for a long time. An insecure balance meant much tension.
Thanks for your understanding.
Thought it was love. Thought it was philosophy. It was bakelite. Supreme comfort indeed. Clearly written.
I don't believe you are someone who would wish to be associated with me for any length of time (I can be quite sneaky sometimes😜) Still, while you are here, I'm very grateful...
...and then entrances the Japanese washlet 🕊️🙏🚽
Saved by 10 + 15 AUD. An unsophisticate like me has to google 'Japanese Washlet'. Prices terrified. Not only grateful, I worship my bog seat now.
And she said, I want a toilet seat that goes down itself.
Three hours later, it did go down itself, sraight out the feckin window.
Chinese instructions, brutal. Hope your seat is comfy.
Ah – one of those was it… I’ve always felt that yer self closing toilet seat was one of the more futile of creations ever inflicted on an unsuspecting world.
I’m happy with the freedom afforded by this new arrangement; no more carefully balanced instability.
I always sit in comfort until satisfaction occurs Dave. LOL
Andy
I think you have that absolutely right, Andy, once you factor in stability as a major element among the forces which allow you to attain satisfaction.
I was very much in tune with the Rolling Stones and didn't get no... until I got them fixings in place.
I was quite taken aback with my thoughts of you stuck out in the outback .. indeed, you made me smile & I quite like it .. No shit .. Neville 😎👍
Nah - in 1955 ( see previous pin a wee way back) I was quite close by the bush, but now I'm an inner city sophisticate, admittedly with a broken bog seat until a couple of days ago, but yer can't have everything, can yer?
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