A Small Room of One's Own

Men's Pooing Time is Sacred,
A Hole-y Mystery,
It all takes place behind closed doors,
Where no one else can see.

They set off with their paper,
Or book, or magazine,
And then for twenty minutes,
They're nowhere to be seen.

I don't know what they do in there,
Or why it takes so long,
But certainly there seems to be
An injustice, and a wrong.

For though there's grea…