Ode to Lyn Mitchison's Outhouse

There once was a woman named Lyn
Who much to her daughter's chagrin
Dearly wanted an outhouse
And so, Tom her dear spouse
Indulged her with barely a grin

So the outhouse went into production
A W.C. kind of construction
And I hardly need pen
For our toilet loving friend
Good taste was no kind of obstruction

And so we come to today
When I have to report with dismay
The toilet is ready
And Lyn is quite heady
She's clearly been carried away

For in this most modern of age
You need hardly be brilliant to gauge
That good plumbing's a gift
With no sewage to sniff
That's why toilets are all of the rage

And so the conclusion I draw
Is that Lyn is quite wacky, and more
For the right place to be
When it comes time to pee
Is inside, on a toilet for sure