AN URGENT MATTER
The line was long to the ladies lounge,
And Martha had to go.
She could not wait so long it seemed
‘cause the line was moving slow.
She adjusted the buttons on her blouse
so, her bosom wouldn’t show.
And marched in through men’s room door
with her eyes cast to the floor.
The line of backs at the urinals seemed not to note at all
There at the end was an open door of an empty toilet stall.
She rushed to get to the empty stall her eyes still looking down,
She glanced up, and what she found, was a man there on the thrown.
She covered her eyes and let out a shriek in a most unmanly tone.
She stood there, frozen, petrified, and feeling all alone.
The gentleman completed his task. He dressed and pressed to flush.
He turned and walked past Martha not seeming at all to rush.
Martha leaped into the stall and quickly took a seat.
Out in the room was murmuring sound of conversations discrete.
She finished and flushed and left the stall to face the curious men.
But found the room was empty now, though full it had just been.
Perplexed but glad, she took her time washing hands and primping hair.
She walked, out through men’s room door, not expecting what was there,
a line of tight lipped and impatient men, most scowling at her sin.
She boldly passed the pissed-off cue, no hint of where she’d been.
That wasn’t so bad, she thought to herself. I’d probably do it again.
Copyright 10/15/2019, by Theodore “Tod” Lundy, Architect