To Let

Why does no-one else complain?
They've moved the public loos again.
Why is it I'm arrested
when I ensure these things are tested?

"This be no bog", the coppers cry;
"Then what's that sign, up there," I sigh,
"and since you're here please tell me why
they never print the letter 'I'?"

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