a wee stinky sonnet


a quick little word

before we roam the herds

to find the best dung

of the most sacred quality

and learn the great art

(of which I have a headstart)

of flinging said poo (while trying not to hit you!)

in a graceful, suave manner;

O, Krsna! please be the granter

of my mounting ability to achieve silly tranquility

through the new skill I will learn,

by which muscles I surely will earn,

and thus be graciously satisfied

with a day full of poo.



To poo! And, of course, you. ;)




About claireaudient

North Carolina girl, born and raised, though now I consider Vermont to be home as well. I guess you could say I'm a migrant gypsy farmer, if you were prone to saying such things. I've played the whole society game; I've been to three different colleges, have an Associate's Degree (in Liberal Studies, or something like that), and have worked more restaurant jobs than I care to admit. Through a curious series of events, however, I've formed a different perspective on what life means to me. Instead of slaving away at a job I hate to eke out a mediocre life staring at a shiny screen, I'm living out my dream to travel while learning organic farming and sustainability practices. It's not always easy, but leaving the comforts of routine to experience the wonders of the universe was a choice I will never regret. <3

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