Toilet Humour Number 2

A poetry club challenge of the month poem! Now some come here to sit and think And some come here to pooh and stink but i come here to scratch my balls and read the writing on the walls For many years I've known this rhyme And it has stood the test of time unlike so many public lavs no longer shown on our satnavs And so the question must be asked From where can someone now broadcast toilet humour full and meaty, some crude, amusing, graffiti maybe a wall made from cement or on a local monument beware a backlash that's fierce if you scrawl over Ruth Pierce So we need toilets here and now for poetry that's not highbrow 'Cos when you have to really think Go try somewhere that has a stink which brings me back to poems old to smile at that which was foretold So here I sit, broken hearted paid a penny, only farted