“UNCANNY!”
They made me tear my outhouse down.
'Twas "inappropriate" in town.
I sold it to a pal named John(!)
When he was "flush." He lives  upon
The reservation, whence he grew.
(Too bad his bride is not named  "Loo").
I said, "I'll help you when I can,"
For I was privy to his plan.
His "throne" is now electrified,
With heat and lights installed inside.
A catalog down on the floor,
A crescent-moon upon the door.
My pal is the pride of the Navajo Nation;
He wired a head for a great  reservation!