Poetry by Jeff Green

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The downside

by cricketjeff on September 12, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

A puppy’s nose pokes through the gate,
A world of smells he must explore.
Along the path, he doesn’t wait
Why must he pee against the door?

The kitchen is a place for play;
He chases crumbs around the floor.
He’s finding out much more each day,
Why must he pee against the door?

Now fast asleep he’s played too well,
Tomorrow he will play some more.
Oh no!!! What is that funny smell?
Why must he pee against the door?

A puppy’s nose pokes through the gate;
Why must he pee against the door?