While going on a walk with the dog… 
A scent breezed by, a hint of bog.

Old Rover had released quite the stench.
So dizzy, I had to stop at a park bench.

Worse still the wind direction had changed.
The look on my face was quite deranged.

I’d copped a mouthful of Rover’s behind.
The stench made me lose my mind.

For Rover had just crowned a brown. 
And I got a direct whiff of the mound. 

To think a shit could turn a mind dull…
Now my eyes roll back into my skull.