From the sea...

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A privately-owned enterprise,
Your Water Company,
They take your poop away from you,
And pump it in the sea,
And if you go down to the coast,
You'll find it's pretty grim,
As it will all come back to you,
If you go for a swim.

They say they only do it though,
On really rainy days,
But they found it saves them money,
So they do it anyways,
There's tampons and there's baby wipes,
And toilet paper too,
There really is no limiting,
What they will pump at you.

Despite the charges that they make,
They say they're short of dough,
Their infrastructure's out of date,
But here's one thing I know,
They pay the chairman of their board,
Two million pounds a year,
Which means he never has to take,
A holiday round here.

So if you go paddle boarding,
In Sussex or in Kent,
Look at your feet and you'll see how,
Your water rates are spent,
Beach tourism is vital here,
But here's the irony,
Our trade is in the toilet,
While the poop is in the sea.