My Dad's Job Poem by LONDIS CARPENTER

My dad's a poop detective;
Forensics is his game.
When he sees poop, he always knows
What animal to blame.

He knows how long it lingered and
How long it will reside.
He can tell by its aroma
And stuff he finds inside.

He recognizes every kind
Of poop found in the zoo.
He went to school to study poop;
I just learned two plus two.

I've learned an awful lot from dad,
Stuff I may never need.
About the things you find in turds
Like berries, nuts and seeds.

Poop has a lot of textures too;
There's sticky and there's loose.
And if it looks like chewing gum
It may be from a goose.

And poop has many colors, some
That I already knew.
There's red
And green
And yellow-brown;
There's multicolored too.

And poo is found most everywhere;
You don't have to look far.
The dogs will go poop in you're yard
And birds poop on your car.

When I grow up I don't believe
I'll choose my dad's career.
I'd rather study other stuff
Than what comes from the rear.