Author William Faulkner once famously said “If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies.”
Not sure how his mother felt about that or how it went down at the family Christmas lunch.
Personally, I have found ditties on bathroom walls much more entertaining and satisfying then Grecian urn odes. In support of that proposition, I tender the following:
Exhibit 1:
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time . . .
- The opening lines of Ode on a Grecian Urn, by John Keats
Exhibit 2:
So what do you think?
Those who disagree with me may leave and go read some more Keats, those who remain can enjoy some more toilet poetry, comments and wit . . .
My favourite bathroom graffiti, which I have posted before:
One final toilet poem, by Joanna Fuchs - I kid you not, that's her name, you can read about her, and read her poems, at:
Her poem is about a toilet event rather than having been written on a loo wall . . .
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