My man he is a strange one

Though most men seem the same

It's something I've got used to, though

At first I just felt shame.

He seems to have this fetish

Which other men do too

A morbid fascination

To watch me have a poo.

For me it's something normal

That answers Nature's call

And not a weird obsession

For fetishists at all.

But no sooner have I done my poo

He quickly rushes in

To scoop it in a plastic bag

And pop it in a bin.