The Porcelain Pot

Pat Noon shares another tongue in cheek ditty about the pot that lived under the bed! 

The Porcelain Pot

The porcelain pot
That lived under the bed
I’m not using that
I’v heard it said.

You’ll soon change your mind
In the middle of the night
The outside toilet
Can give you a fright.

The candle blows out
It starts to rain
The doorshuts behind me
I don’t like this game.

You can’t find the paper
Your feeling around
The latch lifts up
Your heart starts to pound

It’s only mum
Thank goodness for that
And a pet that was grinning
The sly cheshire cat.

I’ve told you before
To use the porcelain pot
That’s what it’s there for
Be embarrassed not.

It was really quite pretty
It had handle and lid
If I’d still got it now
It would fetch a few quid.

So the porcelain pot
That lived under the bed
A Victorian chamber
I heard it said.

Written by Pat Noon