Poo Haiku #26

Our life here is short.
A lesson, small grasshopper.
Let others scoop poo.

Poo Haiku #21

My dog I do love.
His number two I do not.

Go away, poo, go.

Poo Haiku #14

You pick up the poo.
Hey, I picked it up last time.
Don’t argue; call us.

Poo Haiku #17

The stench in my yard.
It’s like a dirty diaper.
Someone please change it.

Poo Haiku #7

On my couch I nap.
A sparkling lawn when I awake.
Worth every cent.

Poo Haiku #15

I watch where I step.
Determined not to mash poo.
Ew, my cross trainers.

Poo Haiku #2

How do I love thee?
As I count the many ways.
I pick up your poop.

Poo Haiku #22

Unconditional.
The love you feel for your dog.
Jeez, her poop stinks, though.

Poo Haiku #18

It’s like a cartoon.
You imagine the stink lines.
Coming off the poop.

Poo Haiku #5

Poop poop poop poop poop.
Poop poop poop poop poop poop poop.
Everywhere I look.

Poo Haiku #15

Even with a bag.
It oozes between fingers.
Yuck, heebie jeebies.

Poo Haiku #20

Hmmm, what should I do?

Get all the week’s shopping done.

Or pick up the poo?

Poo Haiku #13

I can hold my breath.
I can hold it a long time.
But not long enough.

Poo Haiku #8

I teach my dog tricks.
Sit, stay, fetch, rollover, and more.
He can’t pick up poop.

Poo Haiku #10

The neighbors grimace.
My yard is so unsightly.
I cannot blame them.

Poo Haiku #12

The last thing you want.
After taking it at work.
Is scooping at home?