The Loo

 This place of spleandoured Hall,

Its gleaming throne to greet you all.

A place to ponder and depend on,

Of natures call.

Cross words, papers, books, and puzzles, all.

A haven of dreams, ideas and thought,

While face of  expression and taught.

Place of rest bite,

And open 24 hr both day and night.

All are welcome 365 days of the year,

Privacy intended without fear.

A choice of darkness or of light,

Away from prying eyes out of public sight.

Time to take as much as you need,

There is no time limit to really heed.

Excepts all types short or tall,

Fat or thin, big or small.

Age no preference here to tell,

Takes sick or healthy here as well.

No race discrimination no objection to call,

Form peer, to working class, tramp and all.

A place for all seasons from spring to fall,

From single occasion, from party to ball.

A place that no one can do with out and would be lost,

Even at any cost.

Have you guessed what it is or is it driving you mad?

Then all I can say is that you've  been had