The aisle was clear, the seat was clean —
Or so I thought. A silent scream.
I turned, I froze, I saw the smear…
A poop abandoned — crystal clear.
Who left this gift upon my ride?
Now I must stand the whole damn stride.
Public Poop Panic

The aisle was clear, the seat was clean —
Or so I thought. A silent scream.
I turned, I froze, I saw the smear…
A poop abandoned — crystal clear.
Who left this gift upon my ride?
Now I must stand the whole damn stride.