behind the door, just out of sight.
Stop praising him!” What doggie doo!
I’ll bet they find some in a shoe.
He’s gloating now. Well, this means war!
I throw my nappy on the floor.
“Okay, Dog, if that’s your game,
watch while I put you to shame.
I’ll use my potty for a bit--
and then I’ll rub your nose in it!”
Poem © 2015 Rebecca Colby
Illustration © 2015 Candy Gourlay