Frankie and the Bum

Frankie and I went out to pee.
The night was dark and we could hardly see.

He sniffed around for just the right place.
Such a cutesy dog with a silly face.

When he was done and ready to go
he saw something stir in the shadows below.

His hair grew stiff and his growl was like a roar,
for there was a bum sleeping in the door.

My heart raced, I thought I was done,
but nearly as much as it did for the bum.

He was scared, that was clear to see.
Frankie was upset he had watched him pee.

So, Frankie’s trip to have a poo,
I think, caused the bum to have one too.


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