A Poem for My Bathroom

I took you for granted. I didn't think twice.
Of the many ways you helped. It was so nice.
We'll both admit you weren't very pretty
But hey, you're a town house stuck in the city.
You did what you could with your stained floor and walls.
And kept me from having to use public stalls.
Your drains always clogged and your faucets were rusty.
Even with bleach, they always looked crusty.
I know it was you who leaked down to the kitchen.
A drip hit my eye and I thought about switchin'
You out for a pretty and newer remodel.
I started the project that day on full throttle.
But now as I look at bare piping and stare
And feel my full bladder, I wish you were there.