the dog

mumble, mumble, mumble , phew
looks like the poodle done a poo
scrapers, wipes and sprays too
now your off to have a spew
your turning green and going to chuck
while that damm dog runs amuck
who is to blame you ask all's there
looking around with their hands in the air
bloody dog you say must go
but the floor is all clean no spots dp show
he he comes for a pat
maybe time to by that mat.
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
yes bored and yet more flows out.

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