Holding the Bag

If you own a dog, at some point you Will be carrying a bag of poo, At least if you’re considerate And follow laws regarding s#%*. There are some, though, who flout the rules And think that bagging crap’s for fools. A joke said, aliens did land And, struggling to understand, Determined that the smarter race Were not the humans, for their place Was picking up whatever lot Their masters left with every squat. In any case, when doggies do Their business, making number two, Their owners might hold back a gag But will be left to hold the bag, Unless, of course, that they refuse And leave the mess for others’ shoes.