The Passing Of The Poo

Sometime just before New Year's a Giant Poo was left on our sidewalk, apparently left by a Giant Dog whose owner is a Giant Asshole for not picking it up. This Poo was very giant, requiring one to navigate around it on the way to the corner. Every day we would walk by it, for every day it grew less and less likely that someone would bend to pick it up. In dry weather it would shrivel and in rainy weather it would moisten and plump up, regaining some of its glory. For weeks this Giant Poo was a part of our lives.


With the cold nights this week, however, the Poo must have gotten brittle, for this morning we walked to the subway and found that it had been smashed by an unsuspecting visitor's shoe. The remnants remain, but we have all had to accept that the Giant Poo is no longer a part of our lives. The flecks that lie on our sidewalk, still showing traces of the doggie's dinner from many weeks ago, will soon fade and disperse.


Good-bye, Giant Poo.