A Lurker In the Men's Room

As I was sitting on the pot I felt a pair of eyes; I took a glance out through the slot And much to my surprise, There was a patch of blue out there I'd never seen before. I couldn't make out head or hair Or shoes upon the floor, But I could see (about chest high) What seemed to be a shirt. There's someone waiting just outside Which served to disconcert! I guessed he must have had to go (Of that, I could relate) But standing just outside the door Is not the place to wait. I wished he'd take a few steps back; My irritation grew. Had he no proper sense of tact? There's some things you don't do! And so I flushed, with half a mind To chide him for this gaffe. I opened up the door to find... Oh no! I had to laugh. When I emerged, there was no trace Of a man with urgent bowels; The blue was from the plastic case Dispensing paper towels.