Scoopies!
Our poop signs need replacing,
they’ve really had their day;
I looked at one this morning,
it had nothing much to say.
Another one, just down the road,
was battered from the storms;
and is recycling itself, bit by bit,
but not as a feast-time for the worms.
One, it seems, has disappeared;
It is no longer there;
It faded away to nothing,
or crumbled in despair.
Can we have some new signs?
With words that can be read?
Or shall we not tell poop-leavers
to pick it up instead.
