April 20, 1999
Dear Sir,
On my daily walk through our lovely neighborhood, I am constantly delighted by the spring flowers, and occasionally annoyed when I have to step around a pile of dog manure on the sidewalk. In light of the many horrendous human tragedies occurring daily in our world, a poem on the subject below may seem a bit trite. However, since April is national poetry month, I am enclosing a poem that I recently wrote which might be a subject to which others can relate.
The poem was strategically placed on a poster board complete with dog and yard pictures in our front yard for a couple of weeks. We have not had a problem since….maybe the neighborhood dogs have learned to read!
Susan Rochat
1010 Liawen Court
Atlanta, GA 30329-4122
404-321-6845
Biographical data:
Atlanta resident (Emory area) since 1969.
Retired RN and homemaker
Hobbies include gardening, walking, aerobics, writing poetry.
On Neighborhood Dog Doo
By Susan Rochat, March 24, 1999
If your dog is out here pooping
And you’re not behind him scooping,
Then we have something stern to say to thee.
It is disregustipating, and we’re not exaggerating
When your neighbors step in poop they do not see.
It is smelly, it is foul, and it really makes us howl
When we see it on the sidewalks and the yard
The landscape it is pretty, and we think it’s such a pity
That some folks have such a flagrant disregard.
We know your dog he has to do it
But the law says you must scoop it
So please be kind and follow county rules;
It will make your neighbors happy, and they won’t be quite so snappy
If they find you taking care of doggie doos!