Do Train Toilets Inspire Your Poetry? Poem by Dan Reynolds

I closed the toilet door aboard the train
and looked into the bowl with much dismay.
For if the choice were offered me, again,
I would have used the Station's loos, that day.

Entrapped within this unisex commode
and knowing there were others at the door,
my grim companion mocked me as we rode
humiliation hummed at me once more

Someone had left a floater in the bowl
this dreadful deed, so clearly out of line.
Were I to leave it there, upon my soul...
the next one to come in would think it mine!

One flush did not deter this dreaded dung
from leaving me a cleaner place to pee.
I did admire, how cleverly it clung
its only tool was mega-buoyancy.

I tried to weigh it down with paper sheets
and pee'd round the perimeter, to seal
then flushed in time to match the train wheel beats
but back it bobbed, what once was someone's meal.

By now there was a knocking at the door
I wished then to be swallowed by the ground
'You reeker! Should have thought of this before! '
So I dumped one of my own, and pushed it round!

p.s.
Initial smugness had soon turned to groan...
I'd only dropped a floater of my own! ; ¬(