Oh this is too easy how can I resist?
DSs Ode to Porto John. I copied and modified from the poem the tree:
I THINK that I can't go on Until I find the perfect porto john A john that is fresh and clean
Something in my nightly dreamsA john that won't blow over the dunes 5 And not filled with noxious fumes A john that I might treat with care
My temporary home is thereUpon whose seat no crap has splattered And shelters me from rain and the thunder's clatter 10 Johns are only plastic and foam
But they'll do as a temporary home.