Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
starring crowned royalty,
that trot in on white horses, that demand all to see.
But a parade wouldn’t be a parade without
a pooper scooper.
The poor fellow that scuttles behind
scooping up the dirty waste,
yet still smiles;
he craves publicity.
As the horse crowned with grand rubies
lifts its encrusted tail,
he skips over with an effortless grin,
an arabesque, with a spin,
and swiftly lands on the tips of his feet
to scoop up the shit that sizzled on the concrete.
No matter how hard he would try to impress the mounted nobility,
with his bouncy wide strides, leaps, and sissonnes,
all they saw was a man to scoop shit,
and they were correct.
After all, why should they
dirty their crowns?