SHATTERED COMMODE

This is just a little ode
About a shattered commode
And a man who had such luck
That he was only struck
By shards from that commode.

With the commode he was done
When he somehow dropped his gun.
It hit the floor and fired.
He might have then expired,
The lucky son of a gun.

The bullet missed the man completely
But destroyed the commode completely.
To him the only harm
Was from shards that pierced his arm,
Which he only reveals discreetly.

Just beyond the wall
In another stall,
A lady was frightened by the noise.
Although she lost her poise,
She wasn't hurt at all.