Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Dancing with the Dung

Nothing better than new, fresh dung.
Loads of critters head for the heap.
A dung beetle's just one among
So many who love to eat (bleep.)
I grab a piece and make a ball
To roll it home fast as I can.
A straight line course is best of all.
But sometimes fate screws up that plan.
So when I hit a snag, I dance.
It helps to get my bearings back,
To circumvent the circumstance,
And get my poop ball back on track.

More oft than not I make my goal,
Just takes a bit of rock and roll.