He was a public crap house poet,
He kept those toilets keen,
A fixture in the 70's,
The legend, Sammy Green
We passed him when we entered,
We passed him as we left,
Sammy's words they touched us,
Of those we weren't bereft
"Be like Dad," he'd tell us,
"But never be like Sis,
Make sure you lift the lid,
Before you take a piss!"
Yes, I remember Sammy,
He never told a lie,
His revealing revelations,
Still leave me dewy eyed
And he made an honest living,
Scraping smega off the floor,
And as we parted company,
The last thing he'd implore:
"If the crappers they was spotless,
And your asses remained clean,
Then leave a freakin' tip,
For your host, Sammy Green!
Coyright; EGHARNE
