Pure Poetry: Ode to the Errant Urethra

 

Though parents strive to
teach you well
they have wronged you in this matter.
For they cheated you the knowledge
of how to properly empty a bladder.

What with phones and distractions
(like this writing on the wall).
Perhaps you'd be better suited
to take your business to the stall.

Is it consideration's sake

or lack of it all around?
That keeps your water from the plumbing
(and therefore on the ground)?

Take pride in what you're doing
and aim for goodness sake.
At the center of the porcelain
or the pretty urinal cake.

And what about the others
who also visit here?
Forced to stand amongst the dribbles
left here by a peer?

"Uncontrollable" say some
and correct to some degrees.
Where we find ourselves unruly
in matters of our wee-wee's.

For biology has proven
we are by nature's selection.
Stand-up kind of people
(though in your case the wrong direction).

So step forward... a little closer
and we will do the same.
For we know the tinkle on our shoes
won't make it down the drain.

Mistake this not for sarcasm
or a pithy sort of pondering.
Think of it as guidance
for your little friend who's wandering.

And with deepest apologies
(for I do here hate to bore).
But we all should pee so freely
'cept be mindful of the floor.

So, I've posted this poem
though it may read like a riddle.
My hope, you understand now
the pointing of your widdle.