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]