A tribute to Sir Thomas Crapper
A sanitary saviour
His bowl shall never overflow
The empire’s gratitude
Is expressed in moments of relief.
A collective sigh of
Pleasure and comfort
On the great leveller
The throne of peasants
An unsavoury treat.
An engineering miracle
Makes inconvenience disappear
Leaving the unspoken unsmelt
Recycling in its purest sense
With a lavish flourish
And sleeves of running water.
A sudden change in history
An unacknowledged chapter
Unchampioned, uncelebrated
Relegated to a footnote
Of cataclysmic improvements
A daily ablution
Taken for granted
Like breathing
But its absence
Plunges civilisation
Back into the dark ages.
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