My Backyard.
Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 7:39 pm
THE DOG POO HITS THE FAN
©Neil McArthur 1998
When I walked out my back yard, every single morn
There’d be piles of dog poo, all around my lawn
Now why is it that a man like me, who doesn’t own a dog
Draws in all the neighbours dogs, to come and have a bog
So out there with my shovel, I’d scoop up all the crap
And throw it over my back fence, for the other chap
‘Cause the neighbour at the back owned a big black Labrador
So I figured his dog must poo as well, so he wouldn’t mind a little bit more
Well, this went on for months and months, a morning ritual
Of scooping up the dog poo and throwing it over the wall
Every kind of dog poo, from poodle poop to logs
Different kinds of different turds from different kinds of dogs
Then one day whilst walking, I met the neighbours from ‘ore the back
We met out on the footpath and we stopped and had a yak
I asked him how his garden grew, and about his family
And then I asked about his dog, and if it was healthy
“Funny thing you mention that”, he glared and looked at me
As if his mind was clicking to the probability
“Although my dog’s been dead for weeks, and we all took it hard
His ghost still comes in every night and craps in our backyard!”
©Neil McArthur 1998
When I walked out my back yard, every single morn
There’d be piles of dog poo, all around my lawn
Now why is it that a man like me, who doesn’t own a dog
Draws in all the neighbours dogs, to come and have a bog
So out there with my shovel, I’d scoop up all the crap
And throw it over my back fence, for the other chap
‘Cause the neighbour at the back owned a big black Labrador
So I figured his dog must poo as well, so he wouldn’t mind a little bit more
Well, this went on for months and months, a morning ritual
Of scooping up the dog poo and throwing it over the wall
Every kind of dog poo, from poodle poop to logs
Different kinds of different turds from different kinds of dogs
Then one day whilst walking, I met the neighbours from ‘ore the back
We met out on the footpath and we stopped and had a yak
I asked him how his garden grew, and about his family
And then I asked about his dog, and if it was healthy
“Funny thing you mention that”, he glared and looked at me
As if his mind was clicking to the probability
“Although my dog’s been dead for weeks, and we all took it hard
His ghost still comes in every night and craps in our backyard!”
Trust you Neil.
and how does this make for a nice neighbor policy. So wrong in so many ways 
