The Spanish Scoop

A town in Spain had had enough
With dog poop in the parks.
The owners would be punished
For their pets who left their marks.

So volunteers with eagle eyes
Approached offending walkers,
Without revealing that they worked
As pooper-scooper stalkers.

With friendly chitchat they found out
The puppy’s name and breed;
To ascertain addresses,
Those were all the facts they’d need.

Then when the master walked away,
That poop was scooped and boxed
And mailed right to the owner,
Who was soon to be outfoxed.

The parcels, labeled “lost and found”
Bore an official seal.
Recipients had no idea
Just what they would reveal.

I wish I could have seen the look
On every owner’s face
When he or she discovered
Such a pedigreed disgrace.

So hats off to the Spanish
As these lowlifes they pursue,
Giving every city sullier
A gift of doggie doo!