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Here’s some toilet poetry I read once:
Some come here too sit, think, and write on the walls. I come here too shit, stink, and scratch my hairy balls.
Wie Adolf Hitler throne ich hier, die braune Masse unter mir.
Here I sit, all broken-hearted
Thought I’d shit, but only farted
Tried to shit, but only farted
Then one day I took the chance
Paid a penny, but only farted
Tried to piss, but my ass parted
in Germany it’s the other way around.
…the road lays a load upon you?
Wie der Führer sitz ich hier
Die braunen Massen unter mirIn diesem Klo da wohnt ein Geist, der jedem in die Eier beißt.
Mich hat er nicht gebissen, ich hab ihm auf den Kopf geschissen.
We have a variant in Dutch.
In de pot zit een geit die graag in je kont bijt
Mij heeft hij niet gebeten want ik had op zijn kop gescheten.
Ich kenne das mit “In diesem Klo, da wohnt ein Geist, der jedem, der zu lange scheißt, von unten in die Eier beißt.”
Am unteren Ende der Klowand, dort wo sie zum Durchwischen aufgeständert ist:
Vorsicht vor dem Limbotänzer!
This is estonia, speak estonian please.
From a porta potty: Here I sit Tired and dirty Trying to hide Until 4:30
Yea this one got a genuine laugh out of me. Poor soul.
It’s the same person, they wrote on both walls
THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE SHITTER!!!
I heard it as
"In days of old,
When knights were bold
And condoms weren’t invented,
They put their socks upon their cocks
And babies were prevented."
Yeah that’s the one I know, though I think it sounds nicer with the wording I know:
“A sock was placed upon the cock, And babies were prevented”
I totally didn’t see this somewhere and start writing it on the walls in middle school:
Those who write on shithouse walls
Roll their turds into little balls
Those who read these words of wit
Eat those little balls of shit
I have some questions about the events being described here, but I think its best not to ask.
Too late, turd eater
…and the Shithouse Poet strikes again!
…and the
ShithouseLatrine Poet strikes again!They changed their name to “Latrine”. Sometime in the 9th century I believe.
It’s a good change!
i used to fold a paper towel into a kind of bubble box and get it wet. then i’d throw it hard onto the ceiling where it would stick for about a minute. then i would wait for it to fall on someone coming in and i’d giggle for decades about it.
Not enough doodle cocks & swastikas.
And that mobius strip style “S” thing
It’s called the cool S. Be respectful
Stushi
public unisex bathroom: “our butts have touched <3”
