You sit on the loo
& wee

happily
humming
to your self

absored
eyes closed,

I pass through
looking for my misplaced aftershave.

I dropp to one knee
(as is the custom) .

'I love you!
...will you marry me? '

You stop
in mid-flow

eyes open suddenly wide

'Oui...oh...Oui! '

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oui-oh-oui-for-frieda-rose/