Biff Gets His Fill
Biff Gets His Fill
By Elton Camp
Sue, Biff’s wife, simply loved her dog
Though he was filthy as a rooting hog
To keep Fido outside she didn’t try
The house became as dirty as a sty
He took a nap on the best chair,
However, Mrs. Sue really didn’t care
Then he began to craw into their bed
And try to sleep atop Biff’s head
The outside, good Fido didn’t use
Excreted wherever he did choose
All through the house was found
Stinking piles of something brown
The bottoms of the drapes were yellow
Because of the presence of that fellow
Because Fido and Sue were so crude,
Biff found hair on his clothes and food
Reasoning with his wife did no good
So Biff finally did what he should
He gave Fido a hard kick on his rear
And sternly shouted, “Get out of here!”
He said, “Sue, if you don’t like what I do,
You are welcome to get out of here too.”
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