O Cloacina , Goddess of this place,
Look on thy suppliants with a smiling face.
Soft, yet cohesive let their offerings flow,
Not rashly swift nor insolently slow
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O Cloacina , Goddess of this place,
Look on thy suppliants with a smiling face.
Soft, yet cohesive let their offerings flow,
Not rashly swift nor insolently slow
supplicants?
I had to look up Cloacina. Turd shack poetry requiring inter-webs lookup is good turd shack poetry.
Never mind, there aren’t pay toilets any more. Only good thing to come out of the feminist movement.
@ c: Not quite as good. Suppliant and supplicant are synonyms, but suppliant gives the poem better rhytm, so the poem (also) flows well :)