K8 the GR8

So I was sitting at a taxi rank today reading my paper, and I looked up to see a very common sight.  Bodalorna wrote about it yesterday, it’s a sore subject with many obviously enough, and normally the sight of a grown woman putting a bag of dogshit in her pocket would make me point and laugh, but today I was inspired.  Today I had to write a song about it.

Here’s the first draught:

Little Brown Bag

Six legs walkin’ down the street
Four small paws, two runnered feet
I got my choons, he got his scents
Together we got confidence.

The time is nigh, I know his game
I look away to spare him shame
Sure enough he squares the squat
And gives it everything he’s got

Here it comes, his face is pensive
Squeezing out his best offensive…

(CHORUS)
You, my doggie dude, I’d do anything for you
I sure as hell will hold your poo
I’ve a wee bag here just for you
Just for you and your special poo

People look and laugh at me
Pickin’ up so dutif’lly
I wonder if they’d be so smug
With dog shit smeared on their new rug?

(CH)

I got a smelly pocket but it’s alright,
Me, my dog and my bag o’ shite.
It’s really gross but you know it’s right,
Me, my dog and my bag o’ shite.
Me, my dog and my bag o’ shite.