While in India on our tour, whenever we weren't satisfied with something, we'd be told, "T. I. I." (This is India) as if that explained or justified it. During our vacation, Lisa and I ended up writing the following poem:
Cow patties,
Camel dung,
Dog doo,
Pig pooh,
Goat stool,
Chicken crap,
Pigeon droppings,
donkey dumps,
Monkey kaka,
Ox excrement,
Elephant feces,
Human deuces:
Total shit