Last time I sat on the shitter, I had a nice titter. Here's a bit of bathroom poetry for you guys... feel free to write this is a bathroom near you!
Pitiful Peter
His dad was a beater
He was beaten so bad
He looked very sad
His abuse continued
Till damage ensued
And now here he lies
Confused an surprised
Poor little Peter
He's lost a whole liter
Of fluid volume
And now he's consumed
With being beaten
Releasing his demons
So much disbelief
Yet only relief
Oh poor little peter
Whose dad was a beater
His dad would not stop
Until he went flop
When he feels the urge
He knows he must purge
That's why he's a beater
Of poor little Peter