An ode called Seperate Toilets
Never a fan of teen poetry, but me and some mates had a 'band' called Yellowhat back when I was covered in acne that even now apparently has reunions. We were shit, but tried hard. My opus was this song, which you have to imagine with a slow doo-wop beat on a bontempi or my mates dads hammond organ, and 'wop-wop, a doo-wop-wop' between every rhyming couplet -

Just 'cos I've got the shits
Don't mean I don't love you
Runny and dripping squits
Don't mean I don't want you

(chorus)
Just 'cos my areshole has seen better days
Don't mean I can't love you in different ways
And so I've got to get used to us
Crapping in seperate toilets
(bum doo wop-wop, a doo wop wop)

The stench of my toilet mess
Is off-putting, that I know
Your plan has failed, I guess
To stop my botty flow

(chorus)
I've started storing my shit in large water
tanks
You've signed up a deal with Armitage Shanks
And so I've got to get used to us
Crapping in seperate toilets
(bummer doo-wop-wop, a-doo wop wop)

Nice eh? We had another song called 'Africa', which went

Africaaaaaa
I've never been there
I've got some hair
Tickle me, under there....
(phookoo, Sun 14 Aug 2005, 16:14, Reply)