Wild T posted:

Presently my bowels grew cleaned out; eagerly then I screamed out,
“Hey,” said I, “you peasant, truly to your manager I implore;
But the fact is I was crapping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my bathroom door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.

Open here I flung the shitter, when, with many a flirt and flitter,
In there stepped a rattish lawyer of my bitchy wife of yore;
Not the least reckoning made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with divorce papers from Annette he, served me on my shitter floor—
Served papers from a busted bitch just inside my shitter door—
Served, and shat, and nothing more.