(Observations after a perambulation about town - with apologies to Joyce Kilmer)
I think that I shall never do
What far too many do with poo
Which is to leave it lying there,
The product of pets’ derrières.
A poo on pavement, left behind—
Once out of sight, it’s out of mind.
A poo so brown, so stinky, sticky,
Makes navigation rather tricky.
Poos are made by dogs like yours
So pick them up, you lazy boors!
