Each day I traipse in canine waste;
I'm a badly paced walker,
Stool walker.

When my foot finds one that's not dried,
The sole is slimed--stooled walker,
Stooled walker.

Shoes shite-imbued sure might be viewed
As slightly crude for walkers,
Cool walkers.

Still got 'em on; they've trod upon
A log, doggone! Doo'd walker,
Doo'd walker.

Got a shoe-clean plan--
Gonna take a big stick and
Try to flick it on the land,
But I spread the turds with sand. . .need water.
I take a pee to get 'em free
Of these awful dumped feces,
But in the way is my knee--it's dewed,
Jaundice-hued water.

I'll not sashay where Shar-peis play
And down they lay for walkers,
Stool. Watch it!

You must beware if you tread there
Or you'll be snared in walkin'--
Stooled walkin'.

On feet of four they give you scores
To not adore when walkin'.
Stool walkin'.

Each day your dress bests can get messed;
Pets can be pests for walkers,
Shoed walkers.