Reflections on a train toilet
My brother, a formidable loo-goer, wrote the following poem when he was in college, and had to travel between Siliguri and Benares quite frequently.
REFLECTIONS ON A TRAIN TOILET
Crouched upon my lofty perch
Vulnerable to every lurch
How am I supposed to hit
The centre of the hole with shit ??
REFLECTIONS ON A TRAIN TOILET
Crouched upon my lofty perch
Vulnerable to every lurch
How am I supposed to hit
The centre of the hole with shit ??
posted by Unknown at 6:58 AM
4 Comments:
Wonderful!
On a similar vein:
Kajer modhye dui
khai aar shui;
bhorbela jagi,
ton ton hagi.
he he...nice...i always looked at crapping in train shit-holes as a way of spreading my crap to unknown corners of India.
HAHAHA! Brilliant. He should be given a PHD for that!
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