Hey, Dad, come here and see my big turd…

Rufuz seems to think,

That his dad is some kind of fink,

Or maybe that term is too vague,

Lets say it the way we mean it,

Dads a kind of lover of turds.

I mean so Rufuz thinks,

Every time he takes a dump,

He has to stand there and look at it,

Then at me, like he wants me to see too.

I wish it were on film,

This crazy behavior of this dog of mine,

Cause we could probably make at least a mil!

But as it always is,

When I whip out a camera to capture it in a still,

Rufuz walks away and ignores me and the turd, poor Dad, poor Turd.

What the hell am I writing about here?

Poor Turd?! Give me a break,

So can you see, I don’t like turds, like Rufuz says,

I just love my dog & want to avoid a complex,

Not the situation, but a complex for Rufuz when he grows,

Another thing he can blame on poor old Dad,

Pure rejection on dad’s part,

Failure to examine his turds with him…

Why couldn’t I just have had a bird?

                                                                                      (ed)