Twas the week before Thanksgiving
And all through our new house,
The dog had diarrhea
And the power was out.
Paula came home
To such a smell
On my cell phone
She gave me a ring.
Carpet cleaner and dinner,
Is what I must bring.
I stopped by the store.
With an arsenal in hand,
At my front door
I did land.
Opening the door
There arose such an odor
It would be a chore,
But I could get
The house back in order.
Floors were moped
And deodorants sprayed.
Windows flung open,
For a fresh air parade.
Taco bell was served,
And rest was deserved.
Crisis was over at last.
Not so fast!
Upstairs I did head
When I saw it
There on the dogs bed.
The lingering odor
Had another sad source.
Oh but wait
This story gets worse.
On the carpet
There in our room,
A very large puddle
I’d have to clean up soon.
Every rug in the bathroom,
Would have to be washed too.
The walls and base boards
Were not spared
The explosion
From my dog’s derriere
By candle light
I did clean
Every thing bagged up
For the washing machine
Two days passed
For the whining mutt
We kept having to wipe her butt.
Confined to her pen,
Monitoring what she put out
And what she took in.
Oh what a relief
When the turds got hard
And took their proper place
In the back yard!
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