Ode to a Dog Poop

[Bill Mattocks]

Ode to a Dog Poop
by Bill Mattocks

O dog poop steaming in the once virgin snow,
how you make my eyes and nose scream, "No!"

Clothed with a baggie, picked up you must be,
O how I wish we'd win the big lottery.

We'd hire a servant to follow your trail,
and pick up the packages left without fail.

On the list of all tasks, it's not the most bad,
still I must say that my hand has a sad.

 

[Buka]

As a man who has been picking up dog poop, daily, for thirty years, all I can say is - Rock on, bro.

 

[seasoned]

We have two little dogs of which my wife walks twice a day. she uses sandwich bags to pick up their poop. Once in a blue moon they want me to walk them, but i'm not as good a walker as she is.
Bill, I think you may be walking the dogs too much, the story gives it away...................