I gripped the frame of the bathroom door, <br />looked back at my wife as she sat in bed, <br />and with fear and confusion loudly whispered <br />that not only was our toilet missing, <br />but there was no opening in the floor where it sat. <br />She shook her head and smiled in amusement, <br />in anticipation of the punch line to come, <br />then paused and listened and turned her head, <br />as her attention was drawn to the neighboring room, <br />where hordes of beetles glistening black <br />covered the walls and pulsed on the floor, <br />and faced our direction with a clicking roar – <br />and her expression changed.<br /><br />Keith Langdon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-rem/
