Frozen Shite

I took a walk one winter's night

and chanced across some frozen shite

well 'chanced' isn't quite the perfect word

for such oft-encountered icy turd

It's like dog owners just don't care

Their stupid mutts squat everywhere

This causes general consternation

I'd love to give them constipation

but instead I whitter and I whine

and write stupid poems that don't even rhyme.

You may not worry, fret or care

that frozen shite is everywhere

cos being cold it hardly smells

so just step by, what the hell?

But a trillion dogabytes of data

Splattered round for now and later

Can't be good to step around

It isn't clever or profound

We must do something, purge this shite

that I chanced across one winter's night!