Tuesday, February 16, 2010
A Winter Poem
or...the facts of life in the country when you have animals:
Frozen turds in the snow -
In winter it's this way, you know:
Horses poop, doggies eat -
It's evolutions frozen treat!
Can't resist em, aren't they sweet?
(Dogs I mean, not frozen turds)
But I can't seem to find the words
for their post-prandial doggie breath -
It truly is the Kiss of Death!
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