Hey Mama, we don't poach animals.
We don't poach animals.
We only poach Elvis when he is out of his crate.
Ahhh! Right. We don't approach animals when they have gone into their crate. Correct.
Mama, we don't poach dogs.
You, me and that baby and that other baby. While I promise to never write about what I ate for lunch or about that dream I had last night, I cannot promise there won't be poop mentioned.