Unhooked, free!
I’m now whelpless. . .no more pissin’ on my trees.
No more doo-doo clinging to my clogs.
When I observed the stand,
I saw pissed trees; it was out of hand.

Walked each day,
And a thousand piles were there, blocking my way.
Everywhere I looked, my land was yellow;
I two-stepped in fear
Of wet, pissed trees, droppings from the rear.

There was no leash to lead the beast on.
The mutt not halting to crap and chew.
When it croaked my cat, the line was crossed;
I did what I had to do.

No more bones.
I wander my yard wonderfully alone.
Further, there is no detritus left,
thanks to a leaden slug.
No more pissed trees
and trous* being dug.

*holes