Tibetan poems about Zhang Kai's love of eating shit

Zhang Shengma is thin and single,

The song of triumph should be sung in the New Year.

I love leisure and don't compete for fame.

A monk who eats vegetables leads a life in vain.

Xiang Yan crosses the Dongting in autumn.

(The word "shit" is very difficult to write a poem. Let's use the word "Xiang", which means the same thing. )