Compost Loo Heaven
Walking each morning thru sunlight on dew,
My journey is merry to a compost loo.
I sit on a wood throne made by hand,
I’m returning what I borrowed from the land.
This is the ultimate room with a view,
Outside in nature like animals do.
So Mother earth is enriched by our poo,
Passing through us as we go passing through.
Fertiliser for absolutely free,
Safely deposited far from the sea.
Our waste is our future we can make it,
All we need do is eat and smile and.... poo.
In a compost loo, You can poo too,
and you
and you.
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