If you're business requires you to stand,
Feel free to use that can.
But if you're duty requires you to squat,
Then just trust me, you'd better not.
It has just been cleaned,
But I still think it's really damn sleazy.
One of those polished surfaces gleaned,
but I'm still sure that it is disease-y.
The urinal leaks onto the floor,
and sometimes splashes back onto the seat.
The latch barely works on the door,
and that's not water around your feet.
That clean blue water smells like gum,
and you may be the first to peddle your craft.
But be prepared, it'll splash your bum,
and if the wind blows, you'll feel that draft.
Its big, yellow and made of plastic,
but this warning has been writ:
Even if your colon is spastic,
Dont use that can to take a shit.
I definately shouldn't quit my dayjob to write poetry. That's awful. HAHA. Have a good one!
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That poem is Epic and just made my day! You should publish it! I would buy it!
ReplyDeleteMany memories from cold days in Wainwright...sometimes one just can't hold it any longer, thanks for the memories.
ReplyDeleteahahaha.
ReplyDeleteIn Wainwright I would just walk back to the PMQ's or the fitness center instead of trying to use an outhouse.
But I wasn't on exercise, so I could do that. :P