Nowhere To Go Go

Caught short in Tokyo?
No problem a go go.
Public loos never shut,
Designer works of art,
Not like that Nissan hut,
Pugged away, kept in dark.
Most in convenience
Drab, ugly, plain and stark,
Squalid where we spend pence.
Unlike the Japanese
Who all luxuriate
With fancy poos and pees,
Their toilets truly great,
Aesthetic and pleasing
Built like finest palace,
For farting and easing,
Not a poisoned chalice
Like those cold windy sheds
Built of tin and concrete,
Crass stainless steel piss heads,
No more found on high street.
Suppose we’ll carry pos
When all the loos are gone.
Where cherry blossom grows
Lavatories live on!

Harri Rogers, Pencnwcau, 1st June 2018.

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