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Bathtime For Mister

Four legs and one tail balks at tub door. "Let me out of here, I can't take this any more!" Waters not a bit too hot Shampoo tastes strange, I guess All this shaking of water Is just making a big mess!! Okay, hold still please You have to be rinsed now When you're all cleaned off You'll be ready for your bow! "Oh yeah, right", Mister smirks "ready to look like a big drip. And as soon as I get to the grass on my back I'm gonna flip."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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