"Epiphany On The Practice Field"

 

As I look upon this solitary clump of feces,

I think to myself, "What a curious species!"

 

Such a vital creation, organic in shell,

But would still come equipped with so filthy a smell

 

-And those horrible fumes, when the wind doth blow,

Should then serve as a signal for creatures so low

 

With their compound eyes and three pairs of legs  

To buzz by in droves and deposit their eggs

 

So that more and more may feed and spawn

Giving rise to new life, like a day by its' dawn

 

And what brings these lamentable thoughts to my mind  

Is the stench from another pile not far behind

 

Which has wafted this way -as such smells often do-  

By the remains transported on the heel of my shoe!

 

After running for miles, I be tempted by wrath-

I've got poo on my shoe, and I, too, need a bath!

 

But I meet my companion with laughter in lung:

'Tis a process of nature- THANK HEAVEN FOR DUNG!

 

 

Copyright 2007, Aidan Acuff