Here is something funny I received through forwarded email. Poetry and literary work by not so famous poets on not so famous toilet doors and walls. Laugh away!

A budding poet trying his best:

Here I lie in stinky vapour,

Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,

Shall I lie, or shall I linger,

Or shall I be forced to use my finger.

Before he graduated to be a poet, he wrote this:

Here I sit

Broken hearted

Tried to shit

But only farted

Someone who had a different experience wrote:

You’re lucky

You had your chance

I tried to fart,

But shat my pants!

Perhaps it’s true that people found inspiration in toilets

I came here

To shit and stink,

But all I do

Is sit and think.

There are also people who come in for a different purpose:

Some come here to sit and think,

Some come here to shit and stink,

But I come here to scratch my balls,

And read the bullshit on the walls.

The “future” is in your hands, hold it gently!