Crap

As I was walking with my dog the other day
 I saw this woman from the coffee shop
 Things started fine, I even found something to say
 But her eyes fell to my hand and then her jaw just dropped
 There in my hand I held a little bag of crap
 My dog excretes, I clean it up, what could be simpler than that?
 She was disgusted with me, like I'd planned his excrement
 Would she have rather that I left it in her path right where he went?
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 As it turned out our meeting really made her day
 She told the comic tale to all her friends
 This loser had the nerve to make a pass her way
 The coffee shop explodes when they hear how it ends
 Sometimes I feel just like that little bit of crap
 Maligned, misunderstood and trapped in a sweaty plastic sack
 I get these looks as if I smell of canine excrement
 Regardless that my dog's at home and hasn't gone as yet