Ode to the Drippers

It seems, my brothers, you cannot

Aim to save your life

The oval office is slick and wet

From morning until night

You could’ve got away with it

But you forget that you were taught

To give the seat a wipe

Because you splash a lot

Now I wrote this little poem

To remind you when you go

To help a fellow lady

And restrain your torrential flow

So when I get the feeling

That I need to pee

There better not be any drippies

On the toilet seat