March 31, 2015 @ 1:17 PM

Dog Lovers Ode To Spring                                    

Upon arising today amid Springs swelling
My nose detected something awful en mass
What was that odor lurking in my dwelling?
Not lavender, nor mint, nor sasssafrass
Omg, is it true that I smell ass?
I dashed to the door, and open I threw it
To be greeted by a breeze with a horrible stench
The snow's almost melted, my yard is a poop pit
The thought of the clean up made my stomach just clench
But out to the yard I quickly dashed,
Rubber boots on my feet, pooper scooper in my hands
Tiptoeing around, trying poop not to smash,
I found the offenders, clustered and brash.
Amid my snow drops, along the fence line
At the base of the trees
The gift that spring brings, not so sublime
Three healthy dogs droppings wafting in the breeze
Not to mention the boarders that come for a stay
The job seems unending, my back just keeps bending,
I will be so happy when the poops have all gone away
The first sign of spring for some is the frogs
For us, it's the poops left by our dogs
 
 
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