Beware of mud and cow manure
It’s rich in Charlie’s seat
For on the paths it can be found
As well as peoples feet.
Cattle do their doings upon the rugged
ground
Blending with the grass and mud, so it can’t
be found
‘till testocerone man who is sure with
his tread
Take one more step and it’s up to his
head
The shit and grunge in the rain filled
terrain
Crappy thoughts are playing right through
his brain.
Surely the walk of life is so clear
You don’t have to wander so far to be
near
Trials of life are just like some cow pats
Your neck is in danger from the steps you
enact.
17th June
Plockton