Out walking my dog when
He got a wave of the zoomies
Suddenly I realize
I’m dancing between the poopies
Poopies to the left
Poopies to the right
Oh my gosh
The yard has been poopified
Time to get to work
And find my pooper scooper?
Must pick up after
My super-duper four-legged pooper
He’s a champion alright
He can poop with the best of them
A canine poopin’ machine
No matter where, how or when
And if Orchi were here
I know he’d seize the moment
He’d be singing to my footsteps
Quite possibly a bad omen
Don’t wear the good shoes
Put baggies on your tootsies
While out in the backyard
Dance between the poopies
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Author:
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Comments2
Argh! We might turn to this poem, thinking it's a typo of 'poppies'! lol.
No, the poopies aren't typos. They're real and in the backyard. Watch your step Orchi, or you might be doing the Dog Doogity Poop Pickup Dance. 😁
The poem is a light and entertaining piece that captures the relatable experiences of dog owners in a fun and creative way.👌✍️👌
Thanks M. Appreciate your visit and compliment. 😉
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