Ode to improvisation
Two days without a cleaner round to check the office bogs.
There's nowt to dry your hands with or to wipe those excess logs.
And that's why 'Jungle Jakki (19)' while on her page 3 debut,
finds herself wrent from the paper and her face all smeared with poo.
Yet though The Sun's absorbant and well used to housing shit,
it tends to block the u-bend and make toilets overflow a bit...
So the moral of this story: pay your cleaners decent wages.
Cos if they strike and you've got clients in,
they cannot have a plop for ages