I am properly sour after doing the school run over the last few days. The pavements are disgusting, and it’s an even bigger disgrace given the number of schools and nurseries in the area. Shower of lazy feckers. It prompted some vitriolic verse:
Good people of Rosetta,
Could you possibly see fit,
To avail yourselves of plastic bags
And pick up your pooch’s shit?
Each morning as we trot to school,
Round fetid mounds we step,
Since you reckon it’s beneath you,
To clean up after your pet.
Each day it seems there’s more and more
On Wynchurch Avenue,
But the kids race on regardless
As mums chorus WATCH THE POO!
Fido’s left a pile like horse manure,
Of which he’s proud as proud can be,
But us pedestrians are less impressed
That it’s been left for us to see.
Instead we lift our feet and scan the street
As we skirt around the dirt,
And lament your lazy feckless ways,
As your dog duties you shirk.
So once more I implore you,
If it’s not too much to ask,
That you grow up and do the needful,
Or else cork your canine’s ass.