The Ballad of Washroom Cleanliness and Hygiene

The lyrical game stays the same and if i rhyme its gotta be in time. With this poem I redefine toilet humour. *FART*

O gather round to hear a saddening tale,
O listen ye well and learn as ye might;
Take lessons to heart if ye are a male.

For once a boy lived in B-Four,
A young freshman with bright shining eyes,
On a trip to the johns and what did he saw,
A chocolate streak on the toilet floor.

A chocolate streak on the washroom floor!
Whose backside too early took flight?
An ugly smell, an ugly sight;
Three days to bear since Friday night.

To level d-four thus he moved away far,
far away for relieving trauma and pain,
While at rest he suddenly found another–
Somebody shat in the showering drain.

Who took a dump in the shower drain?
Whose ass seems to contain his brains?
Toilet and shower are different, so plain.
On a friday night, three days to wait.

Three days to wait for the cleaner to clean,
And the log was singing “Life is but a dream,”
Floating on the drain, every stall it has seen,
Until it jammed on the drain cover plate.

The shower alone did not suffer such fate,
A poor bowl was choking on piles of paper,
With marks of brown, layer on layer of white paper,
Its as thought a log was hiding under the covers.

How could we flush if there was so much mush?
Even if we tried the water would gush,
To flood the washroom with his stuff,
Its high time to say enough is enough!

A travesty, a tragedy, some really bad luck,
Together we suffer ’cause some idiot teh sucks,
His mother taught not how to aim his anus,
For where we get clean is now full of muck.

O listen ye well and learn as ye think;
Now you have learnt from a saddening thing:
please don’t try ballistic projectile shitting.