The dog it’s bowels they have to move
Least once a day all hot and smooth,
The law it states “you must uplift”
Into a bag or bin to shift.
There are a few in this fair town
Towards the law they cast a frown,
They leave the poo for all to see
Upon a verge and path or tree.
Into a plastic bag they put
And lay all neat beside the route,
The point of this is not too clear
A disrespect for village, I fear.
Surely just like the drive and drink
This nasty practice will stop, I think,
I wish they would just see the light
And pick up all their blooming !!!!!
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