The birds were chirping,
the sun was bright,
and I had had a restful night.
I straightened the kitchen,
and was mopping the floor,
when an aggressive knock
was heard at the door.
There stood three men
in black suits-
"Secret Service ma'm"
as they flashed their I.D.s
( not a sight the likes of me
often sees.)
"We have the President
in his motorcade,
( thank the Lord
the beds are made!)
"He has urgent use of a facility-
He has trouble with his bowels."
(I hope I remembered
to put out clean towels)
The ushered him in,
and he raced to the John.
In perfect cadence,
in official rhythm,
the three secret service
went upstairs with him.
What seemed to be
a quarter hour,
down they paraded
with this man of power.
He thanked me profusely,
and rejoined his bands.
(I couldn't help but wonder
did he wash his hands?)
What a great day for me
to look back upon-
when the mighty President
used our John.

05/14/2003

Posted on 05/14/2003
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