It Could Only Be Our Dog Murphy!

Murphy ate an apple,
He got it off a tree,
He crunched it up,
And spat it out,
And said "It's not for me!"

We found some bits on the carpet,
Beneath the Christmas Tree,
Red glitter,
Green felt,
Polystyrene bits,
For everyone to see!

He wasn't looking happy,
We knew just what he'd done,
But we couldn't be too cross with him,
And spoil his Christmas fun!

So we picked up the bits,
And swept up the rest,
And put it in the bin,
And moved all the apples up the tree,
To keep them away from him!

...so when we are out walking,
And he's running in a loop,
We won't find a glittery apple there,
Just a bright red glittery poop!