'Like a hand of clay reaching from the earth in desperation, pleading for respite from the poo that dothly litter'. Beats, 1922.
As a Doctor of Poo this is slightly lacking in interest beyond the light colour indicating a milk based diet. As an amateur photographer and poet, the poo spoke to me in a new exciting way.
'Thanks Mate' to the owner of the unleashed dog that wanders along behind leaving such material for us to enjoy.
