Almost entirely pointless Shit post
Pig Shit stinks. That's a fact. It smells worse than the excrement of another person's baby. It smells far, far worse than cow shit or chicken shit.
Pig shit is diluted and used as fertiliser in these parts and right now the aroma of dilute Pig Shit hangs over the entire peninsula like a cloud of blowflies over a carcass.
For fertiliser nothing beats chicken shit.
A friend of mine called Jackie was into all kinds of eco-friendly stuff long before it became fashionable. Essentially she wanted to be the lady of the manor (she's english) on a typical Melbourne suburban quarter-acre block. And since that wasn't possible she cribbed as far as possible from the Good Life (that might not translate for American readers, a sit com set in Surbiton, London featuring an ad-agency exec and his wife who drop out in suburbia and live off the 'land')
Then one year Jackie and her husband Phil planted some corn. Phil dutifully fertilised the ground with Chicken Shit. Somehow or other and due to a domestic misunderstanding this fact was lost and the same patch of ground was refertilised with Chicken Shit. When the corn matured they were about twelve feed tall and bounteous.
And the smell in the meantime was bearable.
And the corn that came forth was wonderous, as I can testify 'cos I ate some.
Now I warned you this was a pointless Shit post, didn't I!
Pig shit is diluted and used as fertiliser in these parts and right now the aroma of dilute Pig Shit hangs over the entire peninsula like a cloud of blowflies over a carcass.
For fertiliser nothing beats chicken shit.
A friend of mine called Jackie was into all kinds of eco-friendly stuff long before it became fashionable. Essentially she wanted to be the lady of the manor (she's english) on a typical Melbourne suburban quarter-acre block. And since that wasn't possible she cribbed as far as possible from the Good Life (that might not translate for American readers, a sit com set in Surbiton, London featuring an ad-agency exec and his wife who drop out in suburbia and live off the 'land')
Then one year Jackie and her husband Phil planted some corn. Phil dutifully fertilised the ground with Chicken Shit. Somehow or other and due to a domestic misunderstanding this fact was lost and the same patch of ground was refertilised with Chicken Shit. When the corn matured they were about twelve feed tall and bounteous.
And the smell in the meantime was bearable.
And the corn that came forth was wonderous, as I can testify 'cos I ate some.
Now I warned you this was a pointless Shit post, didn't I!
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