Showing posts with label telepootation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label telepootation. Show all posts

Saturday, 23 November 2013

Just For Poo And Dr. Who.

Greetings, yes it's me, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!  My human, Gary, has been visiting some of his human friends the last couple of days.  He phoned and asked if I'd do an article while he's away.  So, after my human brother, Tristan, fed me, I dogged in, um, logged in and away we go.

I asked Gary how everything was.  He told me he was having typical chats with his friends.  In other words, they discussed bodily functions.  Amazing how the words "fart", "poop" and "poo", can turn him into a giggling wreck.  I've now realised that the word, "poo", doesn't  just make two year old humans laugh hysterically.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by his obsession with bodily functions.  I think the influence has come from some of your human songs I've listened to.  "To everything, turd, turd turd...." Why do turds suddenly appear, every time you are near?"  "It's only turds and turds are all I have, to take your fart away..."  "Poo are you?  Poo, poo..... poo, poo....."
Speaking of poo, Gary has watched this commercial and thought the character was a poop with a problem.. Especially when the "talking turd" states its had an accident.
Just for you
A poem of poo
Like Edgar Allan Poo
What shall I do
A pooem poohaps
Talking craps
Some pooetry
For you to see
Flatulence
To make you dance
As you prance
To what's in your pants
Gamers poopsocking
I aint mocking
Go in your stocking
It keeps you rocking
Must stay in the loop
No time to go poop
The gaming consumes
You sit in your fumes

The fiftieth year
It brings a tear
Of 'Dr. Poo'
Just for you
Exterminate
It aint too late
Go find a Dalek
What the heck
'Telepootation'
For a nation
Enter the 'Turdis'
Don't give it a miss
In a phone box
Don't poo in your socks