Wolfing down Bento lunch by the terrace, blackish fluid drips out of the blue, from firmament sakura blue staining the denim new ’n blue. Crows’ doo-doo.　『THE MORNING GOOLIES』

JB Editorial Team

THE MORNING GOOLIES 「Daily Milk Delivery!」presented by Japan Broadcasting.net Corporation

The poet was stupefied as his feast was interrupted by an unknown substance from heaven above. “The only good part was”, nodded the victim, “That it didn’t smell. They looked like blackberry seeds as a matter of fact”.

As stepping on feces are interestingly revered as something auspicious in Giappone, the indiscreet romper (in our eyes) appeared awfully delighted.