Outrage Sunday 243 an uncrowded toilet

The slate’s cold tile is richly grey
Sharp as a straining gland,
A loo is flushing, people swing
Washing up their hands.

But Cott’s hands, or Mossy Park’s
Snatch and catch and grope:
A fellow cannot disembark
With trolleys at the Grove…IMG_3527

With apologies for any inconveineience to Elinor Wylie.

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12 Responses to Outrage Sunday 243 an uncrowded toilet

  1. Rong1 says:

    inconveineience ???????????????


  2. Yeah Right says:

    That’s the latest model too. The one with guaranteed non wobbly non rattley castors with sixty four needle bearings on the wheels and with 32 larger than previous, balls in races on the swivel. And with plastic fenders up front to go gently on any duco or baked enamel in the parking lots. I’d have that in my home any day. I can’t see what all the fuss is about.


  3. Bento says:


    And now segregated bathrooms. What have we become?


  4. WGG says:

    I did not speak out. Because I was not a trolley.


  5. you'll get wet says:

    The bastards piss on the toilet seats. Never play darts with them at the pub. On the other hand they’re so bad at pool they have to shout the bar all night.


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