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:
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
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 . . .