Next time the world's greatest poet becomes involved in a dispute with his neighbours over the construction of an outisde chemical latrine on his estate, here are two dozen headlines to use in preference to Blowin' in the Wind
Gonna change my way of stinking.
House of the rising pong.
This land is not your land
You're gonna make me litigious when you go
See that my cistern is kept clean.
Buckets of disinfectant
All along the wash towel
I can't wait
If you gotta go, go now.
Where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Sooner or later one of us must go
Most likely you'll go your way and I'll go mine
Knock, knock, knockin' on the bathroom door
One more cup of coffee was probably a mistake
Ballad in plain pee
Man of pees
Wee shall be released
The gates are weed on
Subterranean homesick poos
Tangled up in poo
Freight train poos
Just like Tom Thumb's poos.
If not for poo
Shit of love