Sharing throne stories one bad poem at a time:
Oh drats, sitting in a place you know there is rats.
But you can't help it for when your pants hit the floor, you must sit and stare at that infamous green door.
Yes, the outhouse, port-o-potty, shit tank, a small sheltered place accepting all sorts of stank.
Open to all to let their waste fall, as long as they can accept the tiny green stall.
A terrible place feared by many, also the dark night not helping any.
A place no one wants to be, but a Godsend at times when your waste needs to be set free.
Now I am done and the duty yells, for me to turn around and see the mountain that fell!
Po Oper from @Manonhisthrone