The Manure

The Manure The Manure Two o`clock in the morning A special moment when not asleep nor awake I floated on a cloud of dreams The moon was enormous, and it will be Shared by all mankind One can say it was global An Eagle came put its talon in my stomach And hacked at my eyes blinding me I rolled over and fell, and fell landed On a top of a mound of horse manure I found a tank of mares’ piss for export to China It is good for flagging potency Bathed in it Which restored my sight and is also good for the skin It was getting chilly Wrapped in horse blanket, I walked home Followed by neighing stallions