Landlocked

The past few Aprils were fun for me.
When NaPoWriMo came around,
I found myself away at sea.

This year, I’m staying home.
So, I don’t see open seas.
I’m see poop wherever I roam.

I love my dogs, the entire pack.
It just takes them so little time,
To recycle any snack.

So, away at sea, one hand for you,
And another hand for the ship.
Home in the yard, one foot for grass,
And one foot for the shit.

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