Missing the Bowl

I think that I will never see
A toilet bowl without some pee
In droplets sprinkled on the seat
By slobs with habits indiscreet.

For who cannot a minute spare
When lifting up her derriere
To wipe those drips she’s left behind
Unless she’s heartless, cruel or blind?

We’ve all been taught we shouldn’t sit
But even crouching can transmit
Another person’s you-know-what
Onto our unsuspecting butt.

So I beseech my fellow pee-ers
Be your own best oversee-ers;
If you miss the bowl, please wipe
And I’ll be left with one less gripe!