Cross-posted in Orange.
Once inside a bathroom dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
Over many a quilted rolls of tp on the bathroom stall door
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
Again some one gently tapping, tapping ‘neath my chamber door.
‘Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, ‘tapping ‘neath my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’