Came across this while studying/doing final assignment

Now from all parts the swelling kennels flow,

And bear their trophies with them as they go:

Filth of all hues and odours seem to tell

What streets they sailed from, by the sight and smell.

They, as each torrent drives, with rapid force

From Smithfield or St. Pulchre's shape their course,

And in huge confluent join at Snow Hill Ridge,

Fall from the Conduit prone to Holborn Bridge.

Sweepings from butcher's stalls, dung, guts, and blood,

Drowned puppies, stinking sprats, all drenched in mud,

Dead cats and turnip-tops come tumbling down the flood.

Awesome.

Guess what it is about?

u can never imagine.

its from Johnathan Swift's " A Description of a City Shower" (1710).

It was about the smelly reality of the sanitary problems in eighteenth-century britain.....

All the (human, bird, cat, dog, horse, cow, rat, pig, chicken, rabbit, and more human) shit, the gore, the "horror"! are being flushed down the roads when the beautiful City showers sprinkle the city's massive land.

Can u imagine how much shit are accumulated in whole of Britain in a day? Mayb as big a pile as Bukit Timah.

COOL SHIT. haha pun intended.

i was SO fascinated with their living conditions.

Initially i thought Mr Swift was trying to be DrAma MamA but in actual fact, it is all real and seriously stinky.

Anyway the poem was delibrately placed in such a colour to remind U of the shit and filth wahahahas..

So hey dudes and blondes, please be really thankful of the sanitary conditions WE have now. Thank you industrial revolution, intelligence and god.

Or mayb it could be that our past ancestors jus couldn tolerate the smell anymore and decided to finally DO SOMETHING.

Smart move I say.