Dog Show
The teacher got up on the stage and welcomed one and all
We're putting on a dog show and we'll hold it in the hall
We're laying on some fizzy drinks and lots of lovely eats
And the winner of the dog show gets a great big bag of sweets
Now Spud was struggling to survive on breakfast, lunch and dinner
He had to nab that bag of sweets, he had to be the winner
But one small detail blocked his plan to satiate his greed
His own dog was a tatty mutt of some unknown breed
Someone told him Franky's dog was la-de-da variety
Like the ones that film stars have in la-de-da society
If Spud was gonna win those sweets to stay his rumbling gut
He'd have to borrow Franky's dog, he'd have to nab that mutt
And on the day the show was held and each kid brought their pet
Spud was not too bothered that he had no dog as yet
He looked around to find his victim, Franky, by the door
A vicious looking Doberman behind him paced the floor
Spud snuck up on Franky and he growled into his ear
I'll have your dog, I'll need its leash, so hand it over here
I'm bound to win because your dog is quite an awesome sight
But one thing that I need to know is does your posh dog bite?
Franky said, I wouldn't bring a mad dog to the show
And yet you ask if my dog bites, my dog is trained, so, no
Spud grabbed the leash and tried to clip it on the studded collar
The dog chomped down on Spud's right arm, which really made him holler
Spud's arm was torn and tattered, it was quite a gruesome sight
And Spud cried out you must have lied, you said your dog don't bite
So Franky stroked a wrinkly dog, which looked more like a frog
Then eyed the snarling Doberman...
That is not my dog!
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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