There is something I feel I ought to record. It is vulgar and crass, but it struck me as also being very witty (if that’s not too much of an oxymoron. In the men’s loo of the canteen of the MMU Crewe campus, on the back of one of the cubicle doors, amid statements that so-and-so was here, and so-and-so loves Jane, somebody once wrote:

The shithouse poet Strikes again, this time In haiku form.

This particular piece of graffiti made me laugh. It was vulgar, which is a prerequisite for graffiti, yet artful. It alluded to wit, and was self-reflexive, as if to say ”we university students can be as crass as anyone, but we do it with style and wit”. Sadly, I noted today that the cleaners had bee, and the cleaners have no respect for art or irony. The poem was gone, but not forgotten. This must seem crass of me, but I just thought this poem, by an anonymous author, was worth recording. Go here for more on haiku