Something beginning with P . . .

My Mum’s obsessed with dog poo,
Whenever we go out,
We’ve only gone a 100 yards,
And, ‘dog poo!’ comes the shout
It’s like a game of poo eye spy,
She’s never lost one yet,
Even when it’s just some mud,
How crazy can you get?
We’re told that potty talk is banned,
We shouldn’t shout out poo,
But every time that we go out,
It’s all that Mum can do.

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