Inspired by (the title, anyway) of Nick’s shit haiku, and shovelling manure from my neighbour’s paddock:
Fermented grass scent
twines over the paddocks where
scents the morning air with smell
Which brought back memories of my childhood:
flies through the air. Quick, run!
Grandma is coming!
and finally, let me share a family saying passed down through the generations:
Groaning and clenching,
bang on the door. “Shit faster!
The bear is coming!”