Oh, dear what can the matter be?
Crazymad Writer got stuck in the lavatory,
He was there from Sunday to Saturday,
Nobody knew he was there.
*
The first bad day was ever so grim,
Sat there; it was incredibly dim,
Away from the light ‘tween bowl and the rim
And nobody knew he was there
*
The third bad day was really no better,
Stuck inside, looking for paper,
All he could find was a bricklayer’s scraper,
And nobody knew he was there.
*
The fourth bad day was a terrible mess,
Stuck in that place, amidst smell and cess,
Then he slipped on the floor and hurt – you can guess,
And nobody knew he was there.
*
CONTD
The Crazymad Writer 