There is a dunny that I know

and it could have a wondrous view,

with star shapes cut into it’s door

or a tiny window pane or two.

 

Instead in darkness, all alone,

I sit in lordly splendor.

To rue the day they did away

with the friendly “double ender”.

 

Oh muse, who’s words flow from my pen.

It gives me pause to wonder.

Is it a plot to seal me in

and thus to steal my thunder.

 

 
David Garlick, Kangaroo Island, Australia, February, 1992