Many thanks to The Laughing Housewife for her post today, which inspired this poem to leap from my fingers onto the computer. Thanks, Tilly Bud!
You walk your dog, and when you do,
You bring a bag for all his poo
My goodness, you don’t want to walk
In dog poo.’twould be such a shock
To have to clean your shoes of poo.
But, isn’t that what we used to do?
I don’t know what this habit proves,
To chase your dog when his bowel moves.
We’ve all become so scared of dirt,
Nothing did our young lives hurt
By scraping poo off of our shoes.
Oh well, I’ll just remained confused.