Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	22-November 05:19:48 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Dunghill

Contributed by Red_Silo on Friday, 6th September 2002 @ 01:26:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Out in the yard there's this little nasty place.
I always try to stay away from that space.
It's where the dog always goes.
It's not the fact that there's so many dips and holes,
It's not the rocks that would trip me and break my arm,
It's the poop out there that would do the most harm.

It's icky, squishy, and sometimes it even smells fishy...
But that's not the worst part...
There's these little black bugs, they play in the poo.
That's just nasty...living a life...playing in shoo shoo.
They seem to play in anything that stinks.
They'd probably play in a fart if it was foul and rink.

If I had to eat poop, I think I would die.
Even if it was all hard and dried.
I would crawl in a hole, sit there and starve.
How can those bugs eat that stuff?
Did come here from Mars?

But nevertheless, they clean up the yard.
They rid it of poop, wet, dry, small, and large.
I congratulate the bugs on a job well done.
I was going to leave the pooper scooping to my son.
Though it's my dog, I do not care.
I'd rather shoot my dog than touch its poop anywhere.

That's why I love these bugs,
They keep my dog alive.
I'll pray for these bugs daily that they continue to play in poop and thrive.

Copyright © Red_Silo ... [ 2002-09-06 13:26:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Dunghill (User Rating: 1 )
by Mystery_Girl on Friday, 6th September 2002 @ 07:59:25 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

heheh yes heres to the little black bugs....and hope they continue to play in poop and thrive.....:-)

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com