The United States has something the United Kingdom could only dream of: public restrooms. The only issue is that most of them are disgusting.  
 
When I find a clean public restroom, it makes me want to sing or dance or post on my Instagram story. Instead, I decided to write an ode in the Pindaric style.  
 
Ode to finding a clean public restroom 
 
Before me a porcelain palace stands holy.  
Tension in my gut is fit to bursting.  
I move towards the light, not at all slowly.   
My mind expects the worst thing.  
 
As the sanctuary unfolds before me, 
Mine eyes drink in the sight.  
Oh, how could this be?  
It looks as if someone has cleaned it tonight.   
 
The ring of toilet paper that has become so customary is not needed in this sanctuary.  
I flush, not with my foot that standard vestibule, but my hand, for I am no longer wary.  
I approach the sink with joy and find the washing of my hands will be complete. 
After my hands are dried with the paper of the trees, my phone sends out a tweet : 
 
A bathroom you no longer must journey to find, 
Head to the Ent Center, they will treat you kind. 

Photo courtesy of CNN.