header image
 

I met a little dog on the bottom of my shoe

I met a little dog
On the bottom of my shoe –
Hello little doggy,
How do you do your do?

I’m sure you can explain
This colour by your diet:
But is it also on your tin
When your owner goes to buy it ?

Why are your turds so squishy
When I bring them home inside:
What is it in your dishy –
And was it well before it died ?

All these little calling cards,
Scattered on the ground –
Has no one ever told you
Not to leave them lying around ?

If only your poor owner
Had the brain power of a flea,
They wouldn’t leave these messes
Lying here for me.

I’m not too keen on stepping in dog do’s

5 Comments     0 Pings

By Anonymous. :3 Thu Feb 6th 2014 at 6:43 pm  

Um…Ew. ;-;

By destuny Mon May 21st 2012 at 7:47 pm  

great poem i thought it was a delight to read and i also have a dog and i always step in his poo

By terri Wed May 16th 2012 at 2:31 pm  

it was so natsy when it said why are your turds so squishy but it was funnny a said at the same time i love nit

By Abby Mon Mar 26th 2012 at 3:40 pm  

I loved your poam.The other one I was going to do was nothing comepared to this.

By It is a secret Tue Oct 11th 2011 at 12:23 am  

great poem really funny.
whoever came up with it congrats because i know 25 people who have enjoyed it!

Leave a Reply

Allowed XHTML: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>