Thou still unflushed queen of whiteness,
Thou wonder-child of science so sublime,
Porcelain goddess, who canst thus express
Scatology more sweetly than our rhyme:
What nether-laved pleasure haunts about thy shape
Of ablutions or massages, or of both,
In Nippon or the plains of Muskogee?
What heated seats are these? What options loth?
What aqueous play! No struggle to escape.
What pipes and blowers! What wild ecstasy!
Memories of our trip to Japan..
With apologies to the ghost of John Keats
"Ode on a Grecian Urn"