The Madhatter in my House
To W.B. Yeats
" . . . for peace comes dropping slow."
I smell the poop in Will's room, and go to take a look,
And I step mindful scared there, of spreading poop he made:
Nine poop flakes will I find there, a scent for the gleeful cook,
And stand alone in the shit-fun braid.And I will have no peace there, can't get the smell out now,
Droppings on the wood of the head-board and smushed and ground so well;
His smell I know is treasured, for Will will take a bow,
And evening full of my Buddha's smell.I smell the poop in Will's room, and wonder where he hid
his doody scent around hallways, fearful night and day;
that I'll wipe up his tushi long past Will's a sweet kid,
I want it -- Tell me Will's OK.