Broken Toilet Seat

Perhaps my toilet seat is female
Because when I pee I can’t relax
There aren’t any women round
No reason for the seat to keep
Falling down

No need for her to keep snapping shut
Unless of course I need to empty my gut
Maybe she just really despises men
And wants them all covered in their own urine

Or maybe she needed more than the contents of my bowels
Contacting with her bowl
She wanted me to reach out and touch her soul
Not just flush and go
I smiled as she blushed with a brownish glow