What a wasted space is a corridor
Like a bullfight without any matador 1
We can have three commodes
They won’t come to blows
What on earth is the hospital waiting for?
We don’t need a bedpan these days
Like we don’t need a church for our prayers
The old can wear nappies
They keep babies happy.
Just clean them all up once a day
Patience don’t need their own bathroom
A porta loo has very few fumes
The porters won’t like it
But I don’t think we’ll fight it
As long as it’s not shown on zoom.
How my heart speaks 