In my hometown of Marske-by-sea in northeast England, there is a toilet block on the way out of Marske that usually gets covered in Graffiti, however, the local Council may have paid somebody to do an aesthetically pleasing image, which I have uploaded.

I decided to write some poetry about it that I hope you'll like. 

I have posted the text below;-

Is it a plane, balloon or Kite?

Or could it be a girl taking her first flight?

On her, there are no strings

She's free as a bird, without the wings

In windy weather

She's light as a feather

That's young Heather

She's blown away

On a windy day

On a toilet wall, sited on Marske Stray

Is it a Banksy, since he's the Papacito

Or maybe it was painted by a Jovencito

Whoever it was, I'd like to meeto

It's the kind of talent that I'd like to acquire

In works of Art that do inspire

To earn loads of dosh and then retire

So, it's back to the drawing board once more

To find the brush to paint the door

It'll be no Mural, I can assure

The hairs on my brush are getting fewer

So, the next time you go out for a walk

Open your eyes wide just like a hawk

The things you'll see might fill you with wonder

Unless of course, there's rain and thunder

The sights will remain in your memory

as you'll recall, whilst drinking your tea

So, may your world be full of colour

To enrich your life and make it fuller