That loo will not do
For that loo is far too new.
It's not the kind of loo
I long to own.
I like to contemplate
The motions of the great
Who have sat in solemn state
Upon my throne.
I can't abide a loo that's got no mystery
I've got to have a loo that has a history.
Where the memories crowd by
Of the Catcher in the Rye
Or young Lucy in the Sky
Or Judas Priest
So my loo must be old,
With stories to be told,
Or be made of solid gold
At very least.