True Manly Poet Rhapsodizes the Excremental . . .

Bovine Volcano

From the "Show Me" State?
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Cousin Bill needs to turn his hand to poetry, given some of the imagery in his recent Weekly Rambling, a regular email that he circulates among kith and kin fifty-two times a year to keep us up to date on his captivating second career as a driver of used cars from their former owners to whatever agency will accept those sh*tty, secondhand things. Anyway, as I was trying to say, Bill's a natural poet, and that's no bullsh*t, as you can read for yourself in a description of early morning roadside scenes from his latest ramble, possibly through the 'State of Misery' after leaving Arkansas for Kansas:

I'm probably one of the few who sees beauty in awakening livestock. In pasture after pasture, Angus and Hereford were awakening, beginning their morning grazing . . . all belching steam front and rear, with newly dropped cow patties "smoking" like little volcanoes among the grasses.

That little pastoral image in Cousin Bill's simile is as 'purty as a pitcher' -- as we used to say back in the Ozarks -- or prettier, given the sh*t that's been pitched out in the picture above! Offered a choice, I'd take the poetry over the reality depicted there any day that it looks like that!

Thanks, Cousin Bill, for supplying blogworthy matter that -- as a former president might have said -- has 'manured' my thoughts for today's brief blogpost . . .