A Different Kind of Poem

Written with the utmost respect for and attention to form and convention, my Aunt has crafted a poem definitely worth posting. ENJOY (because I sure as hell did!)

ode to indian poo~
shit for you shit for me shit in india is free free free!
step in it, slide in it, mmm mmm what a smell,
taking a crap there can make you feel swell.
just pull down your pants wherever you are,
can't find a toilet, just crap in a jar, bar, wherever
you are,
you can even crap right out the window of a car.
don't have a car, take a poop in the street,
just remember my friend, take heed where you eat!
-Aunt Ti (Doesn't apply to Telluride)