Brutus

Brutus, my slavering Rottweiler, growls He knows he's tougher than pooches with tails The long pointed studs on his black leather collar Are matched by his canines which make poodles holler The drooling saliva that trails from his jaws As he lumbers about on his four massive paws Is soaking the ground and his talon like claws Encouraging folk to keep children indoors Devil Dog, Satan’s mutt, hellhound and more All labels my beast has been nick-named before I feed him on red meat and shin bones of cattle It’s said he eats tigers but that’s tittle tattle The park is all ours because other folk run But wait, there’s a kitten, now this could be fun Brutus will rip him apart for a lark And splatter its blood and guts over the park Hey, kitty kitty, come over to me Play with my dog, what good friends you could be But kitten was clever, too clever for me He hissed and now Brutus is stuck up a tree