An Ode to the Poo Factory
Valley Poo Factory,
Oh, how you smell
Like home.
And when I roam
Far from home
And smell the clean air
Of a land far over there,
It is you, Poo Factory,
That escapes my olfactory.
And brings me back to my home
On Riverview Road.
The poo, for you, may smell like doo!
But for me, you see, its golden dirt!
The aroma around your homa
rich and musty
keeps your garden from getting crusty!
By Heather on January 31, 2009 at 11:06 am