The Spanish Scoop

A town in Spain had had enough With dog poop in the parks. The owners would be punished For their pets who left their marks. So volunteers with eagle eyes Approached offending walkers, Without revealing that they worked As pooper-scooper stalkers. With friendly chitchat they found out The puppy’s name and breed; To ascertain addresses, Those were all the facts they’d need. Then when the master walked away, That poop was scooped and boxed And mailed right to the owner, Who was soon to be outfoxed. The parcels, labeled “lost and found” Bore an official seal. Recipients had no idea Just what they would reveal. I wish I could have seen the look On every owner’s face When he or she discovered Such a pedigreed disgrace. So hats off to the Spanish As these lowlifes they pursue, Giving every city sullier A gift of doggie doo!