XVII.
My Pee is in the dark,—
I cannot see the seat,
Yet know the dripping bowl
Is somewhere near my feet.
My leg is on the side—
An unfrequented bend,
Yet have all loads
A “clearing” at the end.
Some struggle with the Poo,
Some in the busy loo
Find quaint employ,
Some with new, stately seats
Pass royal gas through the gate,
Flinging odors back at you and I!
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The more profound (but over-edited) version, and the version closer to how Dickinson formatted it.
