In Which The Sonneteer Wishes Duties Were Better Done

Well, look at that, and I forgot a bag,

You say, and give your dog reproachful looks,

Like it's his fault. I know that it's a drag

To pick up his produce, and you're not crooks

Or vandals, are you? No! Next time you'll do

A better job preparing. So you tell

Yourself and both walk on. Meanwhile all through

The Greenway evidence is there pell-mell

And rolling 'crossed the concrete in the breeze.

Six month's accumulation, maybe more

Along with fresher stuff that smears. Oh, please,

It only takes a moment, this small chore,

And while it's gross, so what; it's quickly done

And then it won't lie rotting in the sun.