Musical Urinals

I was waiting for my wife to use some porta potties this morning before the race. The doors were opening and closing so fast, they became musical which inspired this silly poem.

Musical Urinals
The doors open, the doors close
A rhythm of life going out

Clasps unlock, clasps lock
The line gets ready to spout

The feet shuffle, the feet dance
The wait is almost for naught

Is the potty dirty, is the potty clean
Relief is coming to make you shout