AHHH SPRING, the garbage is on the wing
Wait a second, is that how this poem goes? The answer is YES!
I am out with my scooper, plastic bag and gloves, as usual on my two/three days of walking down by the waterfront, and I'm finding way too much stuff for one/two bags.
I'm picking up after you idiots, and feeling very grumpy with you.
Butts, poop, beverage and fast food containers are left everywhere, and the crows are having a picnic.
What's the matter with society, and what didn't you learn about town/personal pride while growing up.
Thank goodness I'm not your mother. Yuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My woid, how absoid, this joke is on you, and not the boid.