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Robert W Service - Toilet Seats
Work rating: Medium

While I am emulating Keats
My brother fabrics toilet seats,
The which, they say, are works of art,
Aesthetic features of the mart;
So exquisitely are they made
With plastic of a pastel shade,
Of topaz, ivory or rose,
Inviting to serene repose.

Rajahs I`m told have seats of gold,—
(They must, I fear, be very cold).
But Tom`s have thermostatic heat,
With sympathy your grace to greet.
Like silver they are neon lit,
Making a halo as you sit:
Then lo! they play with dulset tone
A melody by Mendelssohn.

Oh were I lyrical as Yeats
I would not sing of toilet seats,
But rather serenade a star,—
Yet I must take things as they are.
For even kings must coyly own
Them as essential as a throne:
So as I tug the Muse`s teats
I envy Tom his toilet seats.
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