Angry Poetry

I think that I will never see

a spot lovely as dog pee

Dog pee upon my cream carpet

when coming home from work ’tis still wet.

And poop that’s festered there all day,

It’s smell a not-subtle bouquet.

A poop not easily picked up,

It makes you want to kill that pup.

And after cleaning that lone poo

you find that she has made a few.

Blame it on incontinency

But only Bunnee made that pee.


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