Whence Came Poo?  (By Silly Boy)
 
What is that under my shoe?
 
Into the air I nearly flew--
I've slipped on something under my shoe.
 
I saw brown, it wasn't blue.
Whodonit? Wish I knew.
But someone pooped under my shoe.
 
The track to the poop was true.
It ended directly under my shoe.
The other end held not a clue.
Yet someone pooped under my shoe.
 
I'm not sure what to do
To get the poo from under my shoe.
Can you sue for a doo-doo?
Can you go to jail for a slipery poo?
Jail for whoever pooped under my shoe.
 
A cow has to be left to moo.
A beer has to be left to brew.
You can't stop rain whatever you do.
How can you stop a ferret's poo?
There is nothing that I can do
When someone poops under my shoe.
 
Silly Boy!! I saw you!
It was you! You made the poo!
You backed up right behind my shoe
And cut loose your doo-doo.
That puddle was your's, too.
Well, that mess isn't anything new,
So I'll overlook your poo under my shoe.
 
 
Thank you very much; Elvis has left the liter box.
 
Bob C and 19 MO' Undershoe pooers (who hate reading for oral exams so much
they had to take a silliness break...please forgive me)
[Posted in FML issue 2642]