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THE TOILET CHAIN
What happened to the toilet chain? I've not seen one for years.
They now have little handles that make music to the ears.
We had a cast-iron cistern on the loo wall overhead
And when you yanked the chain the noise could waken up the dead.
And you couldn't pull it gently, had to give a mighty jerk
and you had to do that three times or it never seemed to work.
You could tiptoe to the toilet in the middle of the night,
But that chain would wake the household up. It did it out of spite.
And it clashed and crashed relentlessly however hard you tried
Not to be too noisy and the neighbours either side
Would know what you'd been doing for it wasn't hard to tell.
Not only did it make a lot of noise but shook the house as well.
And if you went in second after father, mum, son, daughter
You had to wait for ages while it topped up with fresh water,
And you knew that when you pulled the chain it would gush out like a storm.
But at least a chain still swinging meant the seat would still be warm.
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