A Poem About Scooping Poop

In every Lowcountry walk with my beloved pup,

A DoodyCalls that cannot be shirked,

For what he leaves behind I must scoop up,

Ensuring our neighborhood's not besmirched.

Oh, how I wish he'd go in just one spot,

But alas, he leaves his gifts all around,

So I stoop and pooper scoop, trying not to wretch,

Tying up the bag and leaving no mound.

Sometimes it's a messy, smelly task,

But it's one that cannot be ignored,

For in cleaning up after my dear friend,

I show love and care that can't be deplored.

So I carry on with this noble chore,

Day after day, rain or shine,

Keeping our streets clean and hygienic,

And making sure my pup is just fine.