Hello Poetry Lovers
While we continue to explore toilet capers, clever poet Trisha Broomfield has summed up a particular memory of the ultimate toilet nightmare – the portaloo. And the murky horrors it brings. 
Funny, I was originally going to go to this Who concert in ‘73 but something happened with the tickets. In short, they didn’t appear! So Trisha has pointed out what might have been.
Fantastic piece, Trisha. Thank you so much. It’s a great pantoum, PL’s, do read on….
A Toilet Pantoum
The Porta Loos are past their best
we’ve been here all day watching bands
the sun is hot, girls are distressed
we thread through packed crowds holding hands
we’ve been here all day watching bands
we only came to see The Who
we thread through packed crowds holding hands
the sky is turning dark from blue
we only came to see The Who
we’ve eaten all the food we brought
the sky is turning dark from blue
no sunscreen and we’ve all been caught
we’ve eaten all the food we brought
we’ve drunk the beer, no water here
no sunscreen and we’ve all been caught
loos overflowing now I fear
we’ve drunk the beer, no water here
the sun is hot, girls are distressed
loos overflowing now I fear
the Porta Loos are past their best.
©TB
26/09/2023Trisha Broomfield
Isn’t that such a painful memory. I recall Madonna’s concert at (old) Wembley Stadium in 90 degrees. We are so unprepared for these things and Trisha has captured it beautifully. Thanks again, Trisha. 
Now, Poetry Lovers, I want you to explore your inner toilet and send your poems on a postcard please to the usual address…
Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back real soon……
Heather Moulson 