Away From the Dog Park
Away from the dog park
He circles three times
Without the doggie bags
His poops are now crimes
The neighbors were peering
Through curtains half shut
As I strolled by whistling
“that isn’t my mutt”
And just as I'm thinking
I made it back home
A car in the driveway
A flashing blue dome
My dog in the back seat
Just whimpered and whined
The officer chuckled
His poop but your fine
©7/13/2023
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