Ooey gooey gushy squishy
Squeezing up between my toes
That fecal, fecund aroma got a twister hold on my nose.
I just stepped in a pile of crap,
That curvy brown line from a hound dog’s behind,
Waitin’, baitin’ my unsuspecting steps into its slimy trap.

Now I’m there,
Do I care?
Might as well add some flair,
Start dancin’ like Fred Astaire
On this glidin’ greased substance lubricating my feet.
Can’t beat that cool feelin’,
Though my nostrils are reelin’
In a dizzy tizzy that’s gonna have to get washed off in a second.

Now you’re probably wonderin’ where I’m goin’
In the flowin’ of this poem.
Nothin’ deep or excitin’,
Just some words that I’m writin’
Inspired by a scoop of poop
That I stupidly stepped in on the way to the pool.
Don’t want it to be overlong,
So I’ll end my sordid song
And walk away from that juicy, jacked up jelly
That slid between my toes.