Ode to La Doo-Doo

So, yeah, I stepped in some doggy doo this morning, walking the kids to school. A poem suddenly sprang to my brain, and you, poor reader, are my guinea-pig!

Doggy poop is everywhere
On my shoes
And in the air

There is not a place I go
Whence dog gifts
Don’t always show

My eyes, they dart both forth and back
Because French folks
leave scoop and sack

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