From The Archives: Poo

There once was a lady named Sue
Who had a sweet dog she called Blue.
She’d walk him each day
To the park for a play,
But she’d never dispose of his poo.


He’d drop juicy turds in the street,
Good luck if you walked in bare feet!
She’d look away, sly,
Playing dumb. Passersby
Could not know she was sly. She looked sweet.

Now I am her neighbour, you see.
So all the poop tormented me.
There was poop on my deck
My whole yard was a wreck
And my shoes smelt like doo-doo and wee.

So one day I made up a plan.
You see, I’m a spiteful young man.
I went to the store
I bought birdseed galore
And I covered the roof of her van.

Now if you’ve been reading these words
You will know that the seed was for birds.
When Sue went outside,
Her jaw opened wide,
‘Cos now HER stuff was covered in turds.


Original llustrations © Robbie Yates 2017

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16 thoughts on “From The Archives: Poo

  1. Oh, I can relate to this one right now.
    I just wrote about my dog story (presently going on).
    Please tell me what you think.

    Opportunity Clothed In Fur
    My friend, she came to stay with me awhile
    She had a dog with nowhere else to go
    One so full of energy to spare
    But I like dogs and couldn’t say no
    First he took the bag right from my tea
    Soon he ate a gift a child had made for me
    One pillow shred to pieces on the floor
    So much fun was that he looked for more
    Now with one less sheet upon the bed
    I just close my eyes and shake my head
    My friend insists in paying me my due
    At this rate all old things could become new

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