Thursday, April 21, 2016

Little Things That Make Us Happy

The house is back in order and repairs are almost completely finished, and now we are working on regular repairs and upgrades.  Susan went shopping online and found a perfect replacement for an old toilet seat.  Of course this poem came to mind:

Toilet Seats, by Robert Service

While I am emulating Keats
My brother fabrics toilet seats, 
The which, they say, are works of art,
Aesthetic features of the mart;
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 dulcet tone
A melody by Mendelssohn.

Oh were I as 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.

1 comment:

Merle Morrison said...

I sure would appreciate a heated toilet seat - my BR is poorly heated.