I wondered why she looked at me,

When I stood at the urinal and tried to pee.

She batted her eyes and started to flirt,

Which interrupted my ability to squirt.

She looked at my junk and started to laugh,

I didn’t appreciate the embarrassing gaffe.

Why was she there? What was she after?

I had no clue. It was a disaster.

Why did she enter the wrong door in the hall?

Why hadn’t I chosen to stand in a stall?

She seemed not to know and appeared not to care,

That this was the men’s room, it wasn’t for mares.

I turned and pointed at the sign on the door,

An accidental stream was peed on the floor.

So, she shrugged and turned with a smile

For the truth had been there all the while.