Manure Cannon

BAM!

Echo, like thunder off the shell of the sky-dome.

We, all on the terrace, glance at each other,

Jump to action.

Everyone knows what to do.

Grab something quick,

Whatever we don't want to have to wash

Or hose off tomorrow:

Mugs of ice-tea,

Trays of cucumber slices, carrot sticks,

Bowls of chips, cheese, cold-cuts,

Pitcher of wine. . .

We all know how long we have too.

About three and a half minutes

And the sh*t will be raining down.

Pig sh*t, horse sh*t, chicken sh*t, human sh*t, bullshit,