Even Rufuz, in his Own Way Feels the Cold,

I take Rufuz to go pee,

And he seems to find it funny, as do I,

To watch the pee, freeze,

As it hits the tree…

Don’t want to think what could happen if he were to poop,

But I think I know some sculptures that would find it of use,

Frozen poop,

Just a scoop,

For posterity to admire,

In future quagmires of poop,

Dedicated to the pups of the past,

For if their poop cannot last,

How can we expect our civilization to continue?

Past its last gasp of breathable oxygen,

After all dogs of the planet, plant their poop,

On the respective stoop,

Of future generations…

Okay, okay, I have worn this subject to a frazzle,

So, don’t be giving me any hassle,

I will end this banality about poop here and now,

But just remember the laugh you all got when first you read, oh how,

And fortunately I am not discussing the poop from a cow,

Now that would be a stinky subject,

So end here I will,

You are going to be sorry, oh yes you will…    (ed)