My Backyard.
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My Backyard.
THE DOG POO HITS THE FAN
©Neil McArthur 1998
When I walked out my back yard, every single morn
There’d be piles of dog poo, all around my lawn
Now why is it that a man like me, who doesn’t own a dog
Draws in all the neighbours dogs, to come and have a bog
So out there with my shovel, I’d scoop up all the crap
And throw it over my back fence, for the other chap
‘Cause the neighbour at the back owned a big black Labrador
So I figured his dog must poo as well, so he wouldn’t mind a little bit more
Well, this went on for months and months, a morning ritual
Of scooping up the dog poo and throwing it over the wall
Every kind of dog poo, from poodle poop to logs
Different kinds of different turds from different kinds of dogs
Then one day whilst walking, I met the neighbours from ‘ore the back
We met out on the footpath and we stopped and had a yak
I asked him how his garden grew, and about his family
And then I asked about his dog, and if it was healthy
“Funny thing you mention that”, he glared and looked at me
As if his mind was clicking to the probability
“Although my dog’s been dead for weeks, and we all took it hard
His ghost still comes in every night and craps in our backyard!”
©Neil McArthur 1998
When I walked out my back yard, every single morn
There’d be piles of dog poo, all around my lawn
Now why is it that a man like me, who doesn’t own a dog
Draws in all the neighbours dogs, to come and have a bog
So out there with my shovel, I’d scoop up all the crap
And throw it over my back fence, for the other chap
‘Cause the neighbour at the back owned a big black Labrador
So I figured his dog must poo as well, so he wouldn’t mind a little bit more
Well, this went on for months and months, a morning ritual
Of scooping up the dog poo and throwing it over the wall
Every kind of dog poo, from poodle poop to logs
Different kinds of different turds from different kinds of dogs
Then one day whilst walking, I met the neighbours from ‘ore the back
We met out on the footpath and we stopped and had a yak
I asked him how his garden grew, and about his family
And then I asked about his dog, and if it was healthy
“Funny thing you mention that”, he glared and looked at me
As if his mind was clicking to the probability
“Although my dog’s been dead for weeks, and we all took it hard
His ghost still comes in every night and craps in our backyard!”
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Re: My Backyard.
oooooooooooooooooooooooooh I was sooooooo hesitant in clicking on this one but you have lived up to your normal standard Neil
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Re: My Backyard.
Neil - I think I have to fail you on this
Doggy doo doo hardly qualifies as something 'beautiful' especially when it's not yours. What were you thinking
and how does this make for a nice neighbor policy. So wrong in so many ways
Seriously though - great to see you here having a go






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Re: My Backyard.
Maureen, crap is very beautiful and fascinating to those who are engaged in the science of scatology, in fact I think I have worked with some executives who have been well qualified in that very field of study. 

Neville
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Re: My Backyard.
It is also an educational requirement for Real Estate agents and Car Salesmen also, Neville.
Neil
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Re: My Backyard.
I would Poo Hoo that Gentlemen as being a load of Bull



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Re: My Backyard.
Gentlemen ??
who 's she talking about
They're everywhere Neil. Do they wear grey suits ?

who 's she talking about

They're everywhere Neil. Do they wear grey suits ?


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Re: My Backyard.
I'm up in Charters Towers Nev. They wear grey thongs, shorts and wifebeaters (AKA blue singlets!). East to spot!
Neil

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