In Praise of Poo

In Praise of Poo

by Elizabeth Challinor

Why all the violence?

Why all the suffering?

What is God supposed to do?

What I don't understand 

Is why the poo?

Couldn't we humans be made like flowers?

I know my poo doesn't smell so bad to me as it does to you

Hang on a minute!

Perhaps that's why

We all need the poo!

Elizabeth Challinor