The dog dropped
a big one.
I stepped right in
this one.
Stinking, putrid,
excrement's.
Between my toes,
The smell in my nose.
Dirty little man.
Chose the right spot.
Right at the front fence,
I pass there a lot.
Now my dog wears
a grin from ear to ear.
I chased him with
my secateurs.
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Brook you put a smile on my face. This poem reminds me of the many times i step in dog poo when housebreaking my dog bravo!