Roses are red, toilets are white,
I'm forcing it out, with all of my might.

Soup, soup, makes you poop,
Down your leg, and in your boot,
It won't stop, until it flows,
Around your foot, and through your toes.

I Am Woman

I am woman, here me roar,
I can't take this, any more,
This stall lock, just won't work,
Must be built, by some male jerk,

Now I have to, improvise,
To sit like this, is not too wise,
'Cause if I pee, it hits the floor,
When my feet, must hold the door.