Poo

I take refuge

in the simple things;

whatever needs doing

and allows me a moment

of solace.

I like to pick up the dog s**t,

with the plastic scooper.

I wander the back-yard

like a desperate mine sweeper

and search for turds.

Some have hardened

while others seem fresh, moist…

I have become erudite

and jealous of my learned ways

concerning dog s**t.

It gets me out of the house

and for that reason

the dog

is on double rations.

Reviews

[Grant P.]

I find this poem to be both funny and interesting. The fact that your dog gets you to be active for picking up its poop with a pooperscooper is interesting. Its also good thing that you clean up after your dog though. Its funny because you wrote a meaningful poem about poo. Nice write.

[Blotter]

thanks for reading. I appreciate the input.