Ode to the Western toilet

Oh Western toilet,

since the early days of my childhood,

you have been there to support me.

I never fully appreciated

your existence

until you were gone.

Now,

I am in a strange place

where you and your kind are few and far between.

Instead,

I must make do

with the squat toilet.

Oh Western toilet,

I miss your height, your cleanliness

and above all, your convenience.

I yearn for the days

when I can once again flush toilet paper

instead of throwing it into a wastebasket.

I pine for the time

when that toilet paper

will once again be provided to me.

(as well as hand soap.)

When we meet again,

I will gladly take note

of the floor around you,

as it will be clean of others' misfirings.

Oh Western toilet,

our reunion will be a happy one,

but until then,

I will try to squat with grace.