Here's a poem I wrote about Moby Dick whilst taking a shit in the bathroom at UChicago:
I seek the green and docile Earth
Advis’d to me from ‘top the mast
Of Fiction, but this girdled girth
Has dropp’d, and I must cry “Avast!”
Upon the vessel porcelain
I sight the six legg’d demon crawl
From out the darkly, downward drain
Within this kingliest of stalls.
The grass, alas! The seas elude
My fancy in this flimsy cell
Where I can picture but the crude
Tattooed vicissitudes of hell;
The flushing maelstrom ends the gale
Of which I had no little need
I thus zip up my great white whale
And seek a better place to read.