Michael Micmac Mccrory

Rookie - 11 Points (25/01/1954 / Belfast N, Ireland)

'A Howling At The Fouling' - Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory


People a howling
at dogs a fouling
And owners that just walk away
It smells like a cess
Clean up your mess
But the owners just let it lay

Cyclists then ride
Push it from side to side
The mess spreads
More dogs a walking
More reasons for squawking
The mess is up to our heads

The rain does pour
And spreads it more
And then it covers our houses
Pick it up
In a bag or a cup
And think of others you louses


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 12, 2011

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