SHOWER FOUL
Sully
You started that day – beer in
Hand, climbing in the shower.
You went on a bender that
Night, did every Wednesday.
You got back home Thursday
Morning; you didn’t care
About our poor flatmates, or
How I was puppy-sitting.
Clearly you hated hearing
Your name implied with foulness;
You didn’t hear that scream from
The bathroom, the falling tears,
But you left that night
After one of us asked: Did
You shit in the shower, mate?
We suspected the puppy first, but
Never a dog laid a turd twice its size.