The purpose is the purpose of the purpose

Not for the polite or easily offended

(I sincerely urge you not to read this if you are in the above category)

Occasionally,
   on a mild afternoon,
You may travel to a calm place 
Fitted with cool smooth marble
And, there, let a stream of clear liquid
Eschew gently from beneath you
So serenely 
That it encourages you to pen
Just a few words
On peeing.

Simplicity

Like muck children we were
Born into the sun
Playing on beaches with no sunscreen
Wearing skirts and dresses without stockings
Ours was a carefree existence

We needed no sophistication
Not to know the names of wines
Nor the shame of less than adequate etiquette
In fact, we were inarticulate
And we never stopped
Not even once
To check someone's "last scene at" on whatsapp