Around the toilet, the stench of urine lurks
They rarely remember to lift the seat, those jerks,
But poorly aim their penises at the seat,
The floor, the wall, and even on their feet.
So tracking pee, throughout the house they go
Socks slightly damp and slightly smelling so;
They seem to notice not the trail they lay
Of male pheromones lingering where’er they stray
It seems that only my mother’s nose can sense
The time has come once more to clean, so hence
With bleach and sponge I scrub and scrub again
Try animal deodorizing chemicals in vain
‘Til grout ‘tween tiles and under toilets is white
Yet still the odor lingers as if in spite.
I’ve taught the menfolk in my care to wipe
Their careless spills and drips with just a swipe
Of toilet paper, yet this does not erase
The foul aroma that confronts my face
Whene’er I open bathroom door to pee
Or perhaps to gain a moment of privacy–
For mothering three boys requires love
Discipline, patience, and above
All else an ability NOT to smell
That reek that seems to emanate from hell.
