I’ve got a stack of paper about 300 sheets deep that I’m alphabetizing. I’ve done about half an inch. I’m tired, so thought to amuse myself by reporting three ribald pieces of little literature my husband told me. These are for the bathroom. These are directed at the men in our lives. One is a sign. The other two are poems.
We aim to please.
You aim too, please.
If you sprinkle when you tinkle,
Please be neat and wipe the seat.
No matter how you shake and dance,
The last few drops roll down your pants.