The Day We Shovelled Shit, But Still Pulled
By Nina
Driving big red bus
all the way to Pishwanton
without getting lost
Greeted by Roger
and toffee the smelly dog
off to work we go
Muck out the stables
wheelbarrow race through the woods
careful not to trip
Barrows emptied quick
stack the muck up to the sky
taller than Isaac
The stack got too tall
the muck began to tumble
a new task awaits
Towering bracken
to be pulled up by force
some easy, some not
We split into teams
blazing trails to the middle
some tunnelled through
A decent days work
also there were wee kittens
cute cute cute cute cute