Le Petite Ballet
de Dauguey Dieu
Oh sniffing, snuffling, doggie nose
In search of scented clues you goes,
With rapt attention to your task,
Your baptismal rite so apropos!
No odor sweet and pure will do,
Nor ordinary, this pile of poos;
The smell must be extraordinaire
To make the doggy bowels go loose.
From smell to smell you slowly pose,
To search for worthy things to hose,
And when just right, with hind leg lift’,
The golden stream just flows and flows.
How delicate and choreographed
This canine dance upon the path,
You have, it seems, a firm resolve,
To give each flower a yellow bath.
And then, the piece de resistance true !
A humongeous dump of faecal goo,
You leave that doggy mother-lode,
For someone else to say, “Oh, PHEW!”