I think it's mud

I think it's mud: written by Jack Spoon, inspired by events this morning.


What is this stinky stuff right here?
It’s sticky and gross and fell out of my rear.
It sticks to the bed. It smears on the walls
It leaves hand and foot prints down all the halls.
This stuff is icky. This stuff is so gross.
This stuff is squishy between all of my toes.
It’s just so yucky, and I can’t get it off me.
I tried wiping it off on all things that I see.
I used dad’s wallet, mommy’s make-up and towel,
The doggy’s tail didn’t work, I just made her howl.
The dishes didn’t work, nor the silverware
It wouldn’t come off even in dad’s hair.
Followed by screaming, I was thrown in the tub.
It finally came off with a rinse and a scrub.
Whatever this was, it wasn’t much fun
But I might do better with another one.