Crappy poetry

In winter's snow,

I pick up poo.

In April showers,

I pick up poo.

In summer sun,

I pick up poo.

The leaves are brown

and so is poo.

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JOG ON...

When you're out for a walk or a jog.

And the weather is forecasting fog.

Be aware of the traps.

All the dogs leaving crap(s).

Or the poo will attach to your shoe.

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In the urban jungle, where the pavements sprawl,

A canine parade, tails wagging, big and small.

But wait, a duty, a rule to uphold,

"Scoop and pick up the poop!" we are told.

In the morning light or the evening gloom,

A dance with the leash, under the city's costume.

With a bag in hand, a heroine's swoop,

Scoop and pick up the poop!

No runway for surprises, no unpleasant sights,

Just responsible owners under the city lights.

A rhyme to remember, a rhythm to loop,

Scoop and pick up the poop!

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When out with your dog in the day,

Pick up it's poo without delay,

Dog doodies aren't chic,

But they are quite unique,

Bag it up and then go on your way!

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OUT OF SIGHT

A world without poo, a sight quite gloomy.

It adds to another conspiracy theory.

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Poo in bag, pavement clean,

that's the rule, no poo is seen,

dog and owner walk on.

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A sure way to ruin your day,

is to step in dog poo as you go on your way.

As you journey along heed this cue 

and avoid stepping in doggy do!

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A hop, skip and a jump

avoid the doggy dump.

A hop, a skip and an ooh

you've just stepped in the poo!

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