Toilet Tree

In a land of long ago
Where the rivers swiftly flow
And the courteous were courteous to a fault,
The loo was not invented
And where they went was tented
Or anywhere if they found they were caught short.

But beneath the conker tree
Where you used to sit with me
Was a pit which held deposits left a-plenty,
So bacteria near the root
Made it food with which to shoot
And it shaded us when we were young and twenty.

But there used to be a smell
(I thought you were not well)
Which wafted round and got right up my nose,
I know it wasn't me -
Perhaps it was the tree -
Or came from the way that the wind blows.

Chacha Joe