I strolled into a farmyard
Where I hadn't been for weeks
I tripped up on a cattle grid
And fell in a cows butt cheeks
My nose got full of cow dung
And much to my dismay
I smelt of something awful
That I could not wash away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gosh dung Phil, this one smells, but it's entertaining...: -)