O trothful comrade,
What soever shall I do?
Hadst thou not been thither,
Biding by the loo?
My quiet white knight,
A bold one, is he,
Swift to save my ****
Quite literally.
Howbeit grim the duty,
He bringeth to pass,
Removes all the blemish,
No questions asked.
Thro’ the sea an’ the storm,
We rest hand in hand;
Anon, a vanquished battle—
In pride we stand.
O trothful comrade,
If but it were e’er true,
That people were toilet papers,
Just such as thou.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC
O trothful comrade,
What soever shall I do?
Hadst thou not been thither,
Biding by the loo?
My quiet white knight,
A bold one, is he,
Swift to save my ****
Quite literally.
Howbeit grim the duty,
He bringeth to pass,
Removes all the blemish,
No questions asked.
Thro’ the sea an’ the storm,
We rest hand in hand;
Anon, a vanquished battle—
In pride we stand.
O trothful comrade,
If but it were e’er true,
That people were toilet papers,
Just such as thou.
