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Rough stone built, and walls washed white.

Inside, a naturalists delight.

With beetles, bugs and 'cheesy bobs',

And spiders creeping from the cracks.

A daytime visit was all right

As missing tiles let in the light.

A night time trip required a torch,

And a brolly when it rained.

The door it wasn't big enough

The top and bottom didn't meet.

So there you'd sit, with brolly raised

While rivers' washed around your feet.

A visit there was never dull,

You never knew what lay in wait.

You'd slowly peep around the door

To see what crept across the floor.

The outside loo, it's time is done,

And all is clean and sterile.

It may be dry, bug free and bright,

But it's nowhere near the fun.