Orange paint with dark grey slate
The decorations not too great
Condensation running down
Often makes the public frown
The plug-hole there often blocks
So water covers shoes and socks
Is it water, who can tell?
You will have to please yoursel’
An old man went in the other night
To find the place without a light
After twenty minutes was a shout
“Someone come and let me out”
Then of course there is the smell
On your eyes that will tell
Cause when you walk into the stink
The fumes in there sure make you blink
Here and now I’ll declare
Was me that broke the glass in there
While I was trying to make it fresher
On the window I put pressure
You’ll never wash your hands in there
There aint no basin anywhere
And if body-weight you must taper
Don’t go there, there is no paper
All you people listen to me
Cause if you really need to pee
You’ve my word and my bond
You’re better at the CURLING POND
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addendum by Exile
Clarky’s sanitation has got better
Ceramic tiles stopped the walls getting wetter
For when drunken men had a piss
The trough in front they might not miss
But if it splashed on the wall behind
They should have reproached themselves, but please be kind
Their lack of vision and co-ordination
Was brought about by intoxication
For drunken men, since days of yore
Have pissed all over the toilet floor
A fault not found with Stanley men
Who zipped their flies and said….Amen