The beans are picked,the garden dug,
No trace of weed or even slug.
About to plant and grow anew,
When there it was a Portaloo.
My throne is there for all to see,
I’m left with little dignity
The world will know when I’m inside
With little little light and nowhere to hide
With wellies on and armed with torch
I gingerly step across the porch.
Down 20 steps I boldly go
Oh how can I stoop so low.
Hopefully in 10 days or so
The horrid Portaloo will go
A brand new bathroom is our aim
No more to do the walk of shame…..