Poem About My Life

Nightly I clean Buffy’s poopage,
While Max requires daily scoopage,
Otherwise I can’t stomach Rosie’s consumage.

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3 responses to “Poem About My Life

  1. OMG, honey. What a sad life. I am so sorry.

  2. It’s not sad. It’s just time consuming and a little gross. I feel like I’m running a farm inside the house.

  3. I can relate. It’s a 24/7 job cleaning up the poop, pee and vomit of 4 animals in and outside the house. Sometimes I dread walking in the door at night for fear of what kind of excrement I’m going to find.

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