It was the summer of 2013
That at the tender age of 16,
     I plucked up my gall
     And pooped in a stall
Of a public bathroom, you see.

But much to my consternation,
The girl next to me's disapprobation
     Manifested itself
     In a spritz of Chanel
In an effort to mask my stench-sation.

I waited for my comrade to leave
Before creeping back into McD's,
     But alas, we made awkward
     Eye contact and faltered
For we both knew what we had just seen.