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here's some bathroom poetry i've seen or heard about (those with weak stomachs or that get upset over 'crap', look away now, hehe):

Some come here to sit and think
Others come to sh-t and stink
I came here to scratch my balls
And read the bullsh-t on the walls

(big red angry letters) I FU(KED your mother!
(calm blue little letters) go home dad. You're drunk

beware, homosexual limbo dancers!

don't throw your toothpicks in the urinals
the crabs may learn to pole-volt [ewww]

if you love your man
show some class
and don't write his name
where you wipe your ass

here I sit all broken-hearted
came to sh-t, but merely farted

quit your squatting
have a seat.
All our crabs
jump three feet.

(some of those are simply terrible... hahahh)

i've turned this thread to sh-t now! [no pun intended... or ok, maybe it was, ehh]

Did you make that up, stunts, or is that for real?

I got that joke in an email about a month ago :p

Some people come to **** and stink, and pick crabs off their balls.
Me? I come here to read and think, and write things on the walls.

That would be the correct answer. It just wasnt as funny (in my opinion) if it was in anything other than first person.

Kinda like the flight attendant and coffee joke.

ROTF!!!

ROTFLMAO!

Variation on one stated above:

Here I sit, broken hearted
Spent a dime, but only farted.
Yesterday, took a chance!
Saved a dime, but crap my pants!

:p