"Ode to Horse Poop"

My name's Duke-Wayne
and I have a tale to tell
about a certain behaviour
that makes my mom yell.

You see it's true;
and I try to obey
all the many instructions
that happen each day:
no biting or scratching,
or inside relieving
no bugging my sister
using rugs for my teething....
no humping
no jumping
no hogging the food
I'm learning real fast
and I always improve......

until I begin with my fav little groove
of eating in earnest
the neighbour's horse poop
that to me tastes like ice cream
(I'll have one more scoop!)

So frozen and hay filled
so yummy to chew
Why is she yelling
at me and at Boo?

She wants me to spit
out the prize poop I've found
which hardly seems fair,
it was right on the ground.

So, please, human, please
let me make you a deal:
all other behaviours
I'll gladly adopt
as long as you let me enjoy
my horse plop.

January 4, 2018