Spike & Dolores walking, stopping
Dolores waits - Spike is squatting
Red-brown porridge - like a liquidised house-brick
Like mulligatawny, but thick
On cessation of evacuation
Spike paws the grass as dogs do
Dolores performs her dutiful function
And deals with the poo
3 microns of polythene keeping her fingers clean
But this stool is a pool - not the usual plasticine
Dolores, thoughtful to the last
Produces a tissue and dabs at the grass
She tries to pop the tissue in
While keeping all ten digits clean
I thought her successful but no
There's a smear on her finger and so
As the bag is consigned to the bin
She wipes her finger on the rim
Spike does not chew the furniture
Or misbehave while in the car
He's no need to cock a leg
Dolores spreads his scent afar
Her hands her keys her comb her hair
Spike's smell is simply everywhere
Dolores wonders what's amiss
When her stools are just like his
So if you shake Dolores' hand
Her dog Spike will understand
He'll recognise you as his own
You'll pay your dues upon the throne
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