I brought home a wiener dog today he was tiny and stubby; completely new We explored and played in every way then went out so that little wiener could poo
He stared at a twig, he sniffed a flower he ate some grass and found an old shoe Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours but that little wiener just wouldn’t poo
I looked online and called a vet I read books and books but they hadn’t a clue I scratched my head and I started to fret ‘cause that little wiener just wouldn’t poo
I patted his head, I put him in a sweater I sang lullabyes, talked softly and cooed I rubbed his belly, tickled him with a feather but that little wiener just wouldn’t poo
. . . and down to Katmandu We trekked twice ‘round the globe but all for naught ‘cause that little wiener just wouldn’t poo
He walked and sniffed to find his spot up the Canadian Rockies . . .
Spring became summer and school let out birds sang tunes, the skies were blue The days grew hot and I was filled with doubt that this little wiener would ever poo
The nights grew long, green leaves turned red pumpkins grinned and ghosts said boo! Turkey was served and I was filled with a dread that this little wiener would never poo
I begged, I pleaded “What do you want !?!� squeak toys or bones on which to chew? Steak tartar with buttered croissants? please! Little wiener just poo!
Snow began to fall and trees were strung with lights a new year rang, north winds howled and blew The days saw snow, the nights saw ice please little wiener just poo!
I shouted, I stamped, I rolled on the ground I threatened to give him to a zoo He looked at me and never made a sound this little wiener will never poo
I gave up, threw my hands in the air, said “I just don’t know what to do!” “Let’s go home, this just isn’t fair!” “this little wiener will never poo!”
We went right home, hung my hat on a hook took off my coat and threw off my shoes His tummy made a noise, his face a funny look and on the rug that little wiener took a poo
The End