My limericks!

[JennsPeeps]

My office building does an annual door decorating party, with the funds raised going toward a local food bank. This is the last year we'll be in this building, so my office decided to do a series of poetry about the building's quirks (it was built as a dorm in 1899).

I wrote 2 limericks:

Twas once a ladies’ room in Lewis Hall
Whose quarters were cramped and quite small
The water ran hot or cold
The pipes were exposed and old
But it’s where you went when Nature did call

Its capacity of 2 you shouldn’t surpass
Lest you wind up with a bathroom morass
“I came in to poo”
“I just want to get by you”
It’s a Lewis ladies’ room impasse

I'm quite pleased with myself.

 

[Up-the-Creek]

FUNNY!

 

[English Chick]

Clever girl...you are a poetess!

 

[JennsPeeps]

The ladies' room is so narrow that you have to squeeze past people sideways to get to the sink. So far I've gotten lots of snickers from the building's occupants about it.

I call it "Ode to the Commode"!

 

[Buff Hooligans]

JennsPeeps, you are now included in the BYC Writing Hall of Fame!

 

[JennsPeeps]

I'm still chuckling that I used the word "morass" in a limerick about a bathroom. Sounds dirty, but isn't.

BEFORE YOU REPORT ME... the meaning of "morass" is:
2 a: a situation that traps, confuses, or impedes <a legal morass> b: an overwhelming or confusing mass or mixture