215 - Wee Part Four
The paint over there is peeling
There's a strange lump in the ceiling
All these things I see
Every time I go to pee
Guy next to me starts to waffle
About how the urinal cakes taste awful
But the rules here in the bog
Mean you should avoid all dialogue
It's the same thing every day
I am pissing my life away
The hand dryer's really loud
I'm not terribly well endowed
There's an odd smell in the air
I sometimes wish I had a chair
Standing here's so dull
And the toilets are all full
The wall tiles are all brown
I look everywhere but down
I don't wish to make you freaky
But my willy's name is "Leaky"
Eventually I have finished
My body mass diminished
But this wasn't the only shower
I'll be back within an hour