My boss, is that you?
I fear I cannot unhear
your explosive poop
There is a gap
between the door and the wall
You can see me pee
I see your shoes, friend
Should I stay and say hello?
I just heard you fart
In the turd showdown
who will be the one to cave
I will not leave first
Crunch, crunch, rip, ::lid swings::
It's clear to everyone here
that I'm on the rag
The attempt to hold
in this super loud fart was
not too successful
Oh crud, this stall stinks
Will everyone think it's me?
I'll exit, head high
You keep talking, why?
I am pee shy, still, and we'll
be here till sundown
Under the cover
of darkness I leave my logs
The poop bandit rides
I spot seat sprinkles
Do I risk a UTI
or change stalls swiftly
There's only us two
Don't want you to hear me pee
but you will not leave
Hello — our eyes meet
in the mirror, via door gap
This is so awkward
Peeing in peace when —
"Heeey, I recognize your shoes"
Are you kidding me
Do you think it's cool
Not to wash your dainty mitts?
I heard no faucet
There is no TP
Do I use a seat cover
or yell for a friend
Just me and you
You ran water while I peed,
My bathroom angel
With additional haiku help from Katie Notopoulos and Julia Pugachevsky.