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It happened many years ago, when I was in my twenties;
And, of problems, I had plenty.
I was in an abusive relationship;
I'm surprised that I never broke my hip.
Anyway, I had an appointment to get my bad tooth treated;
That tooth almost ended up having to be deleted.
For my appointment, I wanted to be on time;
Even though being tardy is not a crime.
I walked down the street very quickly;
And, I had an experience which was quite sickly.
I stepped in a pile of dog doo;
You should know how awful this is if it's ever happened to you.
So, I took off my shoe and wiped it on the sidewalk;
The putrid smell continued to mock;
For, I sat in the dentist's chair;
And a horrible aroma was there.
I got through my appointment and no one made a comment;
Even though the smell was still there after I wiped it on the cement.
Later, I called my sister and we laughed and laughed;
If someone wrote a book about that story, it, I would not autograph.