There are 300 urinals present.
Just the first and last are used at all.
If one of those two isn’t open
Non-sociopaths use a stall.
There are 300 urinals present.
Just the first and last are used at all.
If one of those two isn’t open
Non-sociopaths use a stall.
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I want to address a problem
That so many men have known
But none will speak about it
Face-to-face or even by phone.
It’s the crushing fear we feel
When we’re getting prepped to pee
And someone steps beside us
And starts to take a wee.
In that dreadful moment
Within our bursting loins
The drying force of the Sahara
Erupts amidst our groins.
Whilst mere seconds beforehand
We felt the need to burst
Now we speak gently to ourselves
And pray to avoid the worst.
Dividers help avoid this plague.
Stalls are always best.
As long as bathrooms are in the news
Please heed my implied request!
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If you’re anything like me
And you really need to pee
And you can’t hold it anymore
The solution isn’t hard.
Give the guy at the next urinal your card.
You won’t pee until 2024.
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There’s a couch in the girl’s room
And hot towels for the guys.
They ladies have to line up,
Men need to watch for urinal spies.
The ladies room is ten feet long,
The mens is ten feet wide,
So I guess that the porcelain
Is always whiter on the other side.