As you pound along the track

Eyes wide open and ears pinned back

You may have noticed those queer square turds

And thought if not expressed in words

The pain of such defecation

Baffles the imagination

But it ain’t done to entertain us

The wombat has an oblong anus

So if at night you hear pained cries

Outside your tent, feel no surprise

With eyes shut tight, teeth clenched with pain

A wombat’s gone and crapped again!

(The ‘cubic poo’ is such a feature of the Overland Track in Tasmania’s Cradle Mountain National Park it has inspired the above poem... I originally saw it posted on the walls of a drop toilet at a campsite on the track)