I met a girl once, in a bathroom in Japan
She was, perhaps from a Samurai clan
I stood at a urinal in my pee stance
She, in full view, dropped her pants
As you might surmise
It was quite a surprise
There were no walls
There were no stalls
We spoke not a word
No utterance was heard
Just two people tinkling
Neither had an inkling
We knew not what to say
We finished and walked away
That was 48 years ago
And I still don’t know
Had there been some means of communication
What would we have said in that far away nation?
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