They say never walk under a ladder
Or something might fall down upon your head
But what’s worse is when you’ve a full bladder
And there’s no public lavatory ahead
It’s easier for a man’s load to be shed
I’ve seen it done by football supporters
In full view of a city’s teeming crowd
Or drunk blokes late at night; steaming rivers
That trickle down the walls into gutters
But for agonised females, far harder
They can’t wee standing up, not if well-bred
And if they tried, imagine how coppers
Would throw them in the van after knicker
Repositioning; a scene girls all dread
you write about this as if you know what you're talking about! Good job!
ReplyDeleteis this my toilet poem? if so may I post it on my blog? Jx
ReplyDeleteHi Gerry!
ReplyDeleteYes, Jude - it is your toilet poem! It starts off about the difficulty of finding a public lav, but then i decided to explore the dilemma from a socio-political point of view, thus taking it into deep realms of social and also biological analysis! Feel free to use as you see fit! (I won't ask publicly whether you have direct experience of being caught with knickers down in public!!)