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Watch Out! Watch Out! Dog walkers!
Who don’t pick up the poop,
There’s a revolution starting,
Against this irresponsible group.
I have a secret identity,
A mum of two by day,
The walk to school with my little ones,
Should not leave me in dismay.
The pavements are disgusting,
Quite frankly a doggy mess,
Just walking round our pretty village,
Becomes an agility test!
The doggy poo left lying,
By the ones that just don’t care,
But it’s me cleaning shoes and pram wheels,
It’s simply just not fair.
I’ve had enough of this behaviour,
Now I’m making my mark,
Circling the poop with my chalk,
Left by owners, who think it’s a lark.
So if you see a chalk circle,
Then be sure to step carefully around,
It’s to tell bad dog owners,
Not to leave it on the ground!
I’ll be out on the Rolleston streets,
With my pocket full of chalk,
And call on others to join me,
To help keep streets clean to walk.
So a notice to dog walkers,
It’s not invisible poo,
The moment that you’ve left it,
It stinks, squidged on my shoe.
So whatever you do, PICK UP! PICK UP! PICK UP THE POO!!!!!
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I leant upon a kissing gate
When sky was spectre-gray
And spied the litter in the hedge
Plates, forks and take-away
Of weekend match there’s evidence
On Craythorne football ground
Not from the echoes of the game
But litter all around
The wrappers, cans and sweetie bags
Mean Tafflands just ahead
I see the bumble bee where he’s trapped
His friend already dead
And is that early blossoming
Adorning hedge and tree
No, a host of dangling dog-poo bags
For all the world to see
From dog-owner, allotment digger and nature-loving lady.
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Last updated: 1 August 2012