I like the train for the diversity,
and also cause it lets me drive nowhere,
but sometimes a repellant quality
confronts and makes the journeying unfair.
The mass I noticed in the bathroom sink
was not a bean puree, I dread to think,
and though the toilet bowl was feet away,
some dumper deigned to leave that gross array.
I pressed ahead, embarking on the train.
The car was almost empty, clean enough
(in spite of fellow travelers looking rough).
I felt secure and able to maintain
composure, though the rider several feet
from me left nasty pooling on his seat.