Just outside the unfinished entry.
Stood a chubby porta- potty.
Painted a nontoxic baby blue.
With promises of relief,
It tried to lure me into its dank interior.
Forget the sweet-talk.
Cross my fingers.
Cross my legs.
I won't step through your plastic door.
I've done it before
(Nothing says home, like a porta-potty outside your front door.