Bloody Bassett Hound

Bloody Bassett Hound

According to facts which are well-rooted
To be a fine poet, I am properly suited
With an imagination which is astounding
Like some fathers who were to be founding.

I'm like a horny, big, bloody basset hound
Who had continuously been messing around
He did for reasons which were deliberate;
Did end up sick and no one could cure it.

Sickness was writing poetry we have heard,
And can tell it by each and every word;
So maybe this we should further address;
All my poems which I wrote were full of BS.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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