To some of the dog lovers who care for man's best friend,

An appeal in rhyming fashion, the objective for to end,

Your disregard for others when your pet fouls paths or road,

Those countless victims of your foul play taken back to their abode.

We see all the regular poopers bombing up and down the street,

To avoid their deadly cargo is a superhuman feat,

And although we do treat lightly and are cautious to excess,

We've picked up one too many soles full of the troopers' poopers' mess.

One canine waste disposal site the Roseway flower garden,

They bombard it to their hearts' content without by or leave or pardon,

And unless they're caught red handed they will escape free of charge,

Which is why there are so many of the blighters still at large.

The parish church is sacred but not, it seems, its grounds,

The pooper squad are out there too, piling on the pounds,

Of toxic canine faeces where angels used to tread,

But do dare to tread no longer as its now a toxic bed.

So all you pooper troopers next time you're out on your patrols,

Just think about your own and all those other people soles,

As the chances are increased with each additional offence,

Of your feeling what you're dealing by way of recompense.

And though you may escape the dislocated long arm of the law,

Your conscience will kick in some day you'll recall every flaw,

So before you take your place in that old folks home rocking chair,

Please consider yours and other soles from henceforth take more care,

To ensure that pooches' downloads are not left to be walked in,

Are appropriately disposed of in a council faeces bin.

– by Jim Whelan