When growing up, I had a dog
And when he had to go,
He did his business in the street;
A leash tug let him know.
We didn’t have a pooper-scoop,
But we’d prevent a squat
On sidewalks where pedestrians
Might cross that very spot.
Yet nowadays, the owners let
Their dogs go where they please
And even if they clean it up,
It doesn’t quite appease.
Just yesterday, I took a step
And - take a random guess -
My sneaker sole with lots of tread
Became a stinking mess.
It took a while to get it clean
And here I will admit
That, in my mind, that owner is
A selfish piece of *%#+!
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