the barefoot bard Poet Rhyme

Piling Poo

Maternal grandpa owned a car where boot lid came back and folded down 
From underneath our shearing shed he'd bag up lots of sheep manure
Tied to tray on back of car , travel four hundred kilometres back to town

Would pile the poo on his suburban garden 
where he grew beetroot lettuce and some corn
to water and weed this vegie patch 
he would rise at break of dawn

So thank you grandpa for this  mentorship
since those days, I've loaded  ute, with many different kinds of poo
There's horses, goats, ducks, donkey, cow, hens and sheep 
I'm not  much into waste , with  compost dunny, to soil, mine adds much richness too

I have many different types of fruit and lots of greens to make a meal
with world events a lack of food, maybe not too long, it could all get real

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