The Super Is a Pooper

For a little change of pace, this is not a response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt. Instead, it’s a response to this news item: Mystery pooper at N.J. high school’s track turned out to be superintendent

This stuff really happens. I just make poems about it. 😉

There’s something laying on the track,
A shiny little tube of black.
I’ve seen one like it every morn;
Wherefrom are these wonders born?

Do relay racers drop baton?
Is this a daily doggie bomb?

Who thinks our track’s an outdoor pooper?
I can’t believe it. It’s our Super!