Although I appreciate the haiku; I feel sorry for you with that doo-doo, Sherry. It's happened to me before and I always get ill just thinking about it. Love and best wishes to you,
eeewwwww....gross! Dog doo-doo...not this poem. heehee, great write about a *nasty!* subject. (((HUGS))) and something to wipe it off with, Love, Karla. :)
Memories for me too. . .
My first husband stepped there getting
into our car as we left our wedding. We
spent several minutes trying to guess who would "plant it" in our car along with the confetti in the AC, before he found it.
Vicky
A naïve councilman and a down-on-her-luck single mom try to save their county’s last stand of forest from greedy developers and a dysfunctional government.
Regis
My first husband stepped there getting
into our car as we left our wedding. We
spent several minutes trying to guess who would "plant it" in our car along with the confetti in the AC, before he found it.
Vicky