| I first read this in 2001 on an outhouse door while treking in Tasmania: ODE TO THE WOMBAT As you pound along the track Eyes wide open and ears pinned back You may have noticed those queer square turds And thought, if not expressed in words, The pain of such defecation Baffles the imagination. But it ain't done to entertain us— The wombat has an oblong anus. So if at night you hear pained cries Outside your tent, feel no surprise. With eyes shut tight, teeth clenched with pain, A wombat's gone and crapped again! |