O Chamber pots we needed you
when we had an outside loo
We kept them underneath the bed
Never used mine,but I could.
The toilet was in the back yard
For seven of us it was quite hard
My brother used to stand outside
Before his long tough cycle ride
Hurry up I’m late for school
Drink less tea you are a fool.
I don’t want to drink that tea
It’s just that mother forces me
A boy could do it in the grid
It might offend almighty God
Girls it’s it’s hard when you must bleed
Going outside in the freezing cold.
The Lot of women has been marred
I see the napkins looking charred
Mother had a bigger pot
I guess she had to wee a lot.
In the morning they were washed
That’s the end the topics wuashed
How my heart sings 