The cat has tangled up my legs,
But soon, when I uncoil it,
You'll hear, behind its dying wail,
The flush of a distant toilet.

Go then, my friends, to pen and ink,
be to your keyboard rushing,
I hear upon the distant air,
The sound of toilets flushing.

Alas, some villain spoils the game,
With pedantry insistent.
What matters is the toilet's flush,
and not how you place "distant".