I met a little dog
On the bottom of my shoe -
Hello little doggy,
How do you do your do?
I’m sure you can explain
This colour by your diet:
But is it also on your tin
When your owner goes to buy it ?
Why are your turds so squishy
When I bring them home inside:
What is it in your dishy -
And was it well before it died ?
All these little calling cards,
Scattered on the ground -
Has no one ever told you
Not to leave them lying around ?
If only your poor owner
Had the brain power of a flea,
They wouldn’t leave these messes
Lying here for me.
I’m not too keen on stepping in dog do’s
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Comment by It is a secret
great poem really funny.
whoever came up with it congrats because i know 25 people who have enjoyed it!
Posted on: October 11th, 2011 at 12:23 am