I remember when the loo was a dunny,
And the pan man came at night;
It wasn’t the least bit funny
Going out the back with no light.
The interesting items we perused
From the newspapers cut into squares
And hung from a peg in the outhouse –
It took little then to keep us amused.
The clothes were boiled in the copper,
With plenty of rich foamy suds,
But the ironing seemed never ending,
As mum pressed everyone’s duds.
I remember the slap on the backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore;
Skateboards and videos weren’t even heard of,
And we hadn’t much choice what we wore
Do you think that bruised your ego?
Or our initiative was quite destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table,
And I think our life was better enjoyed.25px