This following ode is graffiti left in a toilet attributed to Byron -
O Cloacina, goddess of this place,
Look on thy supplicants with smiling face.
Smooth and consistent may their offerings flow;
Neither rashly swift, nor insolently slow.
And to think he could have gone for Byron waz ere! Also notable that the young man who was 'mad, bad and dangerous to know' was as engaged with people's motions as my grandparent's generation who seemed fantastically obsessed by one's cloacal tendencies.
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