.4. All Flushed Poem by David Threadgold

Out in the depth of the country
Before all the houses had sewers
The toilets were way down the garden
With newspaper squares hung on skewers

It stunk in the middle of summer
With hundreds of bluebottle flies
That swarmed when you lifted the lid off
To give you a nasty surprise

Whilst sitting you watched all the spiders
Now making your toilet their house
Along with the odd rat and cockroach
Competing for space with a mouse

Thank goodness those days are behind us
No more need the ladies hide blushes
Each home has an indoor convenience
With tissues and toilet that flushes


© 2008 David Threadgold
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