026 - Needs

I’m on a train to Waterloo

There are many tunnels we travel through

I distract my mind with the view

But my God I need a poo

The sky outside is so very blue

The fields are coated with fresh dew

We pass a place that I once knew

Oh by heck I need a poo

People are seated two by two

I’m on my own, I’m missing you

I’m fiddling around with my shoe

Bloody hell I need a poo

We pass some houses, very new

I see some cows, my mind goes “moo”

I laugh inside - you would do too

But I still desperately need a poo

What I told you, it was true

I wish you were here, we could share a brew

I’ve got no one else here in lieu

It doesn’t help that I need a poo

The train I’m on will soon be due

I’ll be in London at ten to two

I’m really hoping to see you anew

And maybe I could use your loo?

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