A poem my dad wrote about the
Abode Z Commodes in Costa Rica
An Ode in Very Free Verse
Dedicated to the memory of W.C. Whatshisname. (We do that in Loo of admitting the name of anyone else who comes to mind when contemplating this subject.)
The First Place: (Pronounced Ah-la-whale-ah)
The water ran and ran.
Shake the handle, Shake the handle, Shoo!
The Waterfall Place: La Paz (Translated as “peace”, but the stairs were stress!)
Made you want to go…but 712 stairs stood in the way, each way.
Huff the handle, Puff the handle, Poo!
The Second Place: Down by the Oceanside (but monkeys, no whale)
The water wouldn’t flow, fast or slow.
Shake the handle, Shake the handle,Too!
The Soda Place: Served on a Rocky Road
Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to flush!
Find the handle, Find the handle, Nooo!
The Third Place: A Quaker Village in the Clouds
The throne room was SO small, wish I could, wish I might!
Twist for the handle, Turn for the handle, Oooh!
The Cloud Walk: Eight Bridges in the Jungle Canopy
Paper was a second can citizen!
Lid the can, Don’t Can the Lid, Phew!
The Fourth Place: A Quaking Village On a Volcano
The potty burped when the volcano burped!
Rattle the handle, Rattle the handle, Boo!
The Fifth Place: ‘Twas also the first.
Déjà vu all over again.
Shake the handle, Shake the handle, Shoo!
As for the Taps,
Usually there were two, but only one….a conundrum!
Turn the knob, Turn the knob, Phoo!
And that is the glorious ode to our commode.
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