I struggle with change, it’s true,
and although we’ll have a second loo
once the builders have finished,
at the moment I feel as if I’m being punished
Okay, it was what I wanted, a loo downstairs,
but this chaos is driving me to despair
I didn’t think it would take so much effort
even before the builders started to work
Picking tiles, a shower, toilet and basin
has made me unable to imagine or reason
how good it will all be in the end,
especially for visiting family or friends
The luxury of a shit, a shower and a song,
without the chorus of ‘Will you be long?’
is keeping me from cancelling the show
that starts in two days, and we’re ready to go
So if I look stressed and sound out of tune,
it’s the stress of obtaining a second loo