A Poem for my Potty.

At work (yeah I know) I have this bathroom all to myself.... it's a glorified port-o-potty, but it's mine.  There are no other females working in the yard, so literally I am the only one to use it, until last night anyway.

I left the door unlocked, and some guy decided to use it because walking another 2 feet to the penis-possessor side was 2 feet too far.   I don't know who it was, but I know it was a dude.... he didn't flush his toiletpaperless "gift", nor did he put the seat down.  (Spent five minutes cleaning a doorknob today.... never thought I'd ever feel the need to do that, but I did.)   I really don't want to know who it was that didn't quite make it all the way through potty training, so instead of asking around, I wrote a poem and posted it above the toilet in MY bathroom.

I don't write poems very often, you'll have to bear with me... and be nice.. I'm pretty proud of what I came up with during my lunch break.


Roses are Red, Violets are Blue.
Bernie has a vagina, how about you?
You might be confused, or in a big rush,
But the least you can do is;
Put the seat down, and flush!

Ta da!

Anywho, I thought I'd share that with you before going off to bed.   (Midnights suck balls)

K I luv you buh bye!

Uploaded 01/31/2012
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