I thought the fart was a human thing. It's something to do with like, arse cheeks, or whatever.
An Idiot Abroad: The Travel Diaries of Karl PilkingtonHad I crossed the pass Supported by a stick, I would have spared myself The fall from the horse.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel SketchesHere is a greedy man who keeps to himself The beautiful pears ripe in his garden.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel SketchesWhen we have changed everything we will eat congratulations with our tea.
A Poem Traveled Down My Arm: Poems and DrawingsThe crushed teapot in the rubbish of the bulldozed house will sing in your ears forever.
A Poem Traveled Down My Arm: Poems and DrawingsTo give a tangerine is a Chinese New Year's Tradition. Stems are left on to keep friendship intact.
Very California: Travels Through the Golden StateWe are candles, I remember thinking, and the wind is rising.
Walking Home: A Traveler in the Alaskan Wilderness, a Journey into the Human Heart